The female Infidel still managed to rise at 5am to exercise myself and the grotty kelb. We are attached to a bike and we run whilst the female Infidel wallows on the seat of the contraption spoiling our fun. I find the exercise most satisfactory, what I find very unsatisfactory is the fact that there are many peasant cats on our route and the female Infidel refuses to release us to sort them out. I shout and jump and show my disdain for this act but still she refuses and we are dragged past the smug creatures most unceremoniously. I have concluded that the female Infidel is a buffoon. The kelb insists on marking the route with what he calls his love potion, he too is a buffoon and he smells.
I may spend the day torturing the kelb. I continue to plot from my prison.