My former home, a flat, was located on an inner city square surrounded by traffic. Consequently I never let my mad tom cat, Maximus, out on his own. We would go for a walk together, most often on a sunny day when the square was full of people, including the occasional village drunk or two...
"Oi, Missus, did you know you've got a cat on that lead?"
Looking down, then at the drunk, at his mate, back down, back to drunk 1, and repeating
"Bugger, what the bloody hell have I done with the damn Alsation?"
Drunk 1 exits confused
Drunk 2 falls back into the flowers
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