Quite. I was wanting to inform them oof the error of their ways, that a creature with a squee quotient that hight couldn't possibly be a number.
We once adopted a young cat. KM51, he was called, for the length of the journey home. The journey was spent earnestly discussing clever names for him, and when we emptied him onto the living room floor he immediately went to attack a plant, so Mrs W said "Oi, stop that, you squidget". so we had to put up with a cat called Squidget. How the hell that non-existent word managed to drag itself from the recessess of her brain I shall never know...
