It was a bit of a busy summer
... it was a warm and sunny day and myself and Mrs The Cat were sunning ourselves in the garden, enjoying a few lovely glasses of Chablis under the shade of the tree, while the kittens frolicked around the garden enjoying themselves.

However, young master kitten was nowhere to be seen which was a little odd. We paid no attention at first assuming he was inside playing on his games console thingamejig.

As the weather was so clement, Mrs The Cat decided that he should come outside and take advantage of the sun and thus despatched me to go and bring him out. He was indeed in his room but was on the computer rather than on his console, but the scurrying sounds after I knocked the door got my feline senses alerted.

By the time he opened the door, the computer was off, nothing seemed amiss yet he still seemed a little flustered, so i thought I'd have a wee look at the browsing history later.

My earlier suspicions were confirmed when I checked the website he had last visited, in which, to my horror, Noah and his 3 sons were pulling a train on a bemused looking gazelle.

I could best describe it as Flood sex.
(magic the cat will someone please think of the kittens, Tue 11 Aug 2009, 16:12, Reply)