In which I wonder if my cat is getting a bit dotty in her old age.

She got so exited at being invited onto the bed that she came tearing into the bedroom, leaped onto the bed, ran all the way across it and fell off -well, more charged off - the far side.

She also got very frustrated when I ignored repeated meows to pay attention to her because, as near as I could work out, she got confused about which end of the bed my head is at and was shouting at my feet.

Skyfall

Meteor injures hundreds in Russia.

My cat Groucho is apparently so conservative in his ways

That every time he ran down to my office to bite me for whistling, he never once glanced to his right on the way in or left on his way back out to head back upstairs. I say this because today he gave every indication of having only just discovered the front half of the main floor today.

He's 18 and have lived in this building for much of his life.

There was a lot of saucer-eyed, belly-creeping exploration but at the end of it he decided the new rooms were not-threatening. Right now he's striding around them with his tail up, although if he sees me he gets nervous and runs to the connecting door that leads upstairs.