Tatty has been released from quarantine (the ensuite) and given (temporary) access to my bedroom, upon proof that her coat is free of nasties (it is) and that she can use the litter tray responsibly (she can). This has meant I can use that bathroom again (yay!) and that kitteh has pledged her undying love to me. She wants nothing more than to wind around my feet purring, and promising that she would follow me to the end of the world, except that that would mean going out in the corridor and she's Not Allowed Out There.
It's highly adorable, and hilarious, except that it means I have to walk in BIG GIANT STEPS around the room to avoid treading on her.
As of Friday night, myself and manic_deadpool decided to sign up for an expensive party and a mutually disadvantageous legal contract, by which I mean we got engaged. We're tentatively thinking of sometime next spring for the big day.