Thursday night

Last night I went to a friend's place to have a glass of wine in the sun on her terrace, and of course my favourite grumpy cat was there - George. He tried to jump up in my lap all the time, and when I let him, he clawed the hell out my legs. Thanks, George. I love you anyway.

"Why do you think we find him so cute even though he's behaving like a complete asshole to us?"


"I don't know... Maybe it has something to do with the phenomenon when girls only are attracted to bad boys who treat them like shit."


"Yeah, you're probably right."

After the little pre-drinks, we went downtown (like the rest of The Hague). It was so crowded everywhere, and then you really noticed how many people actually live in this city. They had live music at Grote Markt and the atmosphere was really nice in general. Later, we went to Plein and had another glass of wine before we met up with her boyfriend and his friends. Fun night!

George is kind enough to let us sit on the terrace too. Not in his sofa though. I mean, there are limits for his generosity.