On Saturday I was sitting on the weight bench, putting on my sneakers in preparation for a workout. Pandora, the freakiest of cats, was on the bench with me, working herself into a tizzy about something. Then Mrs The Fyd came down the stairs into the basement and so Pandora, utterly enervated by this added stimulus, raised her head as if to rub it on my tee-shirt, and bit my nipple. Dirty, dirty feline.