Yes. You may ask what I’ve been doing all this time. And no, I won’t tell you.
It has something to with fighting world wide secret conspiracies. FBI and classified material. I would have to kill you if you knew
Quigley and me are in the States now. The flight over from Europe was long and boring. The plane food was nowhere near acceptable and we sat in front of a snotty human cub who kept yelling and kicking the backs of our seats. I waited for him to go to the lavatory so I could get him alone and kill him. No such luck.
If I had behaved that way as a kitty my mother would have lifted me by the scruff of the neck and put me in the time out tree. Indefinately.