Arriving home from the pub last night, which I found myself under great pressure to thoroughly review as Ramsgate's newly self-appointed pub/entertainment Guru(ess), I discovered a big, fat tom-cat skulking around in my kitchen.
Now I'm sure most people realise what a trial the bloody things can be to remove, once ensconsed. All that running around the walls in a mad, frenzied, skin puncturing panic. At one point, it managed to bounce off of the top of my head, much to the distress of my scalp!
But I got it out in the end.
The following morning brought shame and the firm resolve to do my pub reviewing with a little less vigour as Crouching Tiddles is now no longer my firm and faithfull companion but instead, has taken to biting and hissing when I approach him.
I'm sure, after a few tins of tuna and bowls of full-cream milk, that he'll come round!
The Bull's Hit.
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After planning to spend the weekend by the sea in Ramsgate, and then
feeling like I'd spent the weekend in it, it would be so easy to blame the
council. Bu...
14 years ago
3 comments:
You might try cheese.
My two little buggers love a bit of cheder
He's more a roquefort kind of chap. It's ok though, I think he's begrudgingly forgiven me.
Oppertunist thing's cats are.
You don't own them; they own you
If he could open a tin himself you wouldn't see him for the dust.
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