Our flirt is in fact the foolish King Spitty. He was dismayed a few posts back, as 'his' Aila was not on the heaty pads. We point out Aila belongs to no one, and none of us would ever dare suggest this, but in the spirit of transatlatnic friendship, we indulge Spitster. So, when the aforementioned sneaky girlcat waddled from the kitchen and hoisted herself up onto the scratching barrel, I told Äiti to get evidence. I even said Aila could smile for Spitty. She was suitably unimpressed.