The cat bit my lip today, like really sunk his teeth into it. Yesterday he attempted to break Laura's laptop by pouring water over it (he knocked over a vase onto it), for a few days before this he had been snooping around our laptops, familiarising himself with the intricate workings of it. I'm almost positive this was a pre-meditated attack and that he fucking hates us. I find it hard to say this as he sleeps on my shoulder this instant, but he's a bit of a prick. 

21 tomorrow, if someone wants to pay for a couple of tickets to Norway that would be fine.