Sliding cat doors

Prodigal Pounce! darted under the house again this morning.

The recovery operation meant that, despite curTAILing our breakfasts and showers, Hazel and I left home 2 minutes later than usual.

It's interesting what that 2 minute delay means. It means you miss the 7am traffic lull, which means you have to queue 3 minutes longer for your morning mocha, which means you miss the shuttle bus from Northbridge and arrive at work 12 minutes late.

Which goes to prove that time is not a constant. Or, in Einsteinian terms, Entry=Mocha x Cat squared.