After a thoroughly enjoyable cards night I decided to retire to my bedroom.
Despite the whisky fuelled fug clouding my senses and my coordination I managed to dig the keys and wallet and phone etc out of my pockets and chuck them on the bed and take my clothes off. As I started the semi controlled descent towards my duvet I realised that not only had the cat done a massive sloppy shit right in the middle of it but that I had just added several of my more valuable possessions into it too.

Just you try berating a cat at three in the morning whilst stripping a duvet and trying to wash the stench of digested KiteKat from a wad of ten pound notes, a wallet and a Nokia 6310.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:26, 2 replies)

Cat thinks:
"Make a wryly captioned photo out of THAT, you bastard!"
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 19:28, closed)

Do you know, the little fucker did look particularly smug.
Even for a cat.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 23 Jun 2011, 22:18, closed)