Sigh

Just when I think I'm out... THEY PULL ME BACK IN!

Who you ask? Al Pacino? Wilford Brimley? Which agent of the devil are conspiring to inspire such ennui in me?

Oh, just CATS again:



So there I am, innocently watching Miss Marple (my effing HERO, beeteeDUBZ) , while efficiently multitasking by looking for pics of multi-hued bears on the internet, as is my wont... when the above MENACING CAT FREAKSHOW leaps to my attention.

The soporific effects of Marple and colourful bears are LOST to me now!



Not even Geraldine McEwan's icy yet kindly appraising gaze can soothe my fevered brow after the assault of those hideous felines.

Then, running for the safety of the internet, where many-coloured bears await me, I encounter THIS ungodly affront to mine eyes:



GUMMI BEARS ON A PREGNANT BELLY

SO uncaled for! Whhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

Internet, you have deceived me.