Went to see The Owner's Dad yesterday. The Owner's Dad has a cat. Now , I like cats but I do sometimes find that cats don't understand me! I hadn't seen Cat for quite a while when we got there and the barbie was in full swing. There were tables loaded with little pots and jars of stuff and a big plate of burgers and sausages that I particularly had my eye on.
But I couldn't find the opportunity to get one knocked to the ground without drawing attention to myself. The Owner kept telling everyone not to feed me saying, "He prefers his dried food when he gets home". I mean who is he trying to kid? Anyway, Cat appeared eventually and came to join the gathered throng and jumped up on The Owners Dad's lap. It was at exactly that point that Cat must have seen me and changed direction rapidly using its claws to grip on The Owner's Dad's lap and then launch itself straight across the table, through the plate of burgers most of which landed right in front of me on the floor. The Owners Dad stood up rapidly, grabbing his groin and protesting about claws and pain and stuff, knocking the remaining pots down as well. I tried valiantly to clear the mess up for them, cat hasn't been seen since! I reckon he'll be in the boot room for a week when he shows up again! The Owner was sent down the KFC for replacement food. I must team up with Cat again!
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