I have been told by one of my little sisters that my blog is sometimes "boring". Apparently it is "too serious" and needs posts "about cats".
So here it is. A story about Harry our cat. It's a funny story but quite embarrassing.
Harry as you can see from his photo is quite a big boned chap.
He loves his food. And isn't mad about exercise.
A couple of months ago David answered a phone call from a lady asking did we own a cat.
The lady said that our cat had been in her garden all afternoon and it didn't look like it was going to move.
The lady said that our cat had been in her garden all afternoon and it didn't look like it was going to move.
She then went on to say that she was worried "that she might have her kittens in the garden".
David was completely mortified explaining that "she" was a he and was not having kittens, just fat.
Also that he was just lazy and would leave her garden and potter on home when he got hungry.
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