text: Her. Oops-sticker chicken isn’t her favourite meal, and it doesn’t keep her quiet for long. But him, that skinny, thieving bastard, made her purr with pleasure. She sang beautifully for half an hour and slept all afternoon. And that’s when I clicked, you see. I’ve got something between a Little Shop of Horrors flower and a Mogwai LIVING in my CUPBOARD-UNDER-THE-STAIRS!