YIKES Duncan: 21-8 Saturday A day gone wrong. So post Friday night we are a little fragile� Spike (our cat) has tics. Horrid grey blood bags hanging on her pretty face so we have stopped petting her and start itching. In guilt at above mentioned neglect I buy her a whole fish about half her size. As she tucks in, Anu notices worms coming out of the fishes head. Bruce swallows a fly. Katie cycles over a dog. Bruce pats the head of a goat doomed for slaughter. Erase and rewind. Mike is blogging to: Godspeed