She couldn't consume the goat cheese because it was still under the broken plate, and also because my office is extremely cramped and full of stuff, so she was still sussing out the route to the floor when Raphael picked her up.

Yes, I don't know everything that happened to her when she was a kitten, but it's amazing she's as sane and sweet as she is given what we actually do know.

Poor Aoife, it is very hard to have such strong food preferences. You can probably get unflavored liquid antibiotic made up as well, but it sounds like the bubblegum isn't so traumatic.

"(Never met an obsessive ritual committee she didn't want to take over, has Aoife.)" This utterly did me in with chortles. Yes, I recognize the personality type. Saffron has a recessive version of it, perhaps.

P.