I wrote a song this morning:

It's a masterpiece. "Boogy bears and real bears don't go together." Sing it to your favorite tune.

Boogy bears, in case you're wondering, are Little Kitties.

Little Kitty 

His actual name is Fuzzy, but nobody ever calls him that. He was arguing with me this morning about whether he could go outside, so I sang him a song to explain it to him. Kitties understand better when you sing to them.

I kind of felt bad for not inviting my friend in last night for tea. Not very neighborly or polite of me. But my daughter quoted me an old Norwegian proverb which she'd just made up: "Never invite a bear in unless you have honey." Sage advice; bears have terrible manners when they're hungry or upset. And I am indeed out of honey.