Cats. I remember the cats.
And rock operas.
And a legion of little brown bunnies. (They’re crepuscular, you know.)
And something about using seven bricks of butter to make a dessert flavored of lobster.
Hmm. Have to say, though, it wasn’t bad at all.
The day, not the lobster mousse. I’m sure the mousse was plenty bad.
All right, then, time to Do Something. Back later.