Crazy Woman and Her Cats (with Blackberry)

My kittens are creeping into my blogs, I was just filled with a gasp-dread-uh-oh feeling that I am going to end up like those crazy women and their cats, no husband (maybe the felines ate him), no children, just my cats...

Nooo...Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

At this point if I had a waxwork done of me, I'd be standing there laptop close to my chest in one hand, blackberry on my ear in the other and cats by my feet.

For the past three mornings I've woken up and reached for my blackberry to shut off the alarm only to find its not on my bedside table, but it's beeping somewhere close by....not on the floor....then I lift the duvet and poke my head under...the little red flasher is beaming at me from under the covers. I'd only bloody fallen asleep with the thing in my hand waiting for a message....

And I wondered why my family took the p*ss enough to paint a blackberry on my birthday cake and rib me rotten about my gadget.

It's getting a bit tragic!!