Many moons ago
when I was only wee my folks had gone out for the night leaving me in the care of the babysitter.

When my folks came home they found the house splattered in blood. It was across the floors, up the walls, on the furniture, curtains everywhere. To make matters worse it seemed one of the cats had walked though it all.

Fearing murder by the babysitter or passing axe wielding psychopath they ran into the front room to find the babysitter, covered in blood, near hysterical crying 'I didn't know what to do.'

My mother by this point was frantic to say the least. She ran up the stairs, also covered in blood convinced that I had been in some dreadful accident.

But no I was fast asleep.

Now, not knowing what to make of the situation she followed the trail of blood to the spare room.

Gingerly pushing open the door, expecting to find so madman, she found one of the cats.
A male neutered Siamese. This cat was the campest animal I have ever met. He looked and acted like Kenneth Williams.
He too was covered in blood. He took one look at my mother and lifted his paw and shook it. Blood spurted everywhere.
On closed inspection, and talking to the now calm sitter, it would seem that the cat had cut his paw. Being the big fairy he was he ran round the house shaking it trying to get attention.

Length etc.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Thu 7 Aug 2008, 19:05, 1 reply)

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The image of Kenneth Williams in cat form is just excellent!
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 7 Aug 2008, 19:12, closed)