It's another cat innuendo, I'm afraid...
This is true.

When I was a fresher, I lived in halls. A live-in tutor lived in a flat around the corner.

Our hall tutor was a PhD student. Her surname was A'Ness - which, in its own right, made us chuckle more than it ought. Now: there were two other things that are relavent about her. First, she had a cat. Second, she had auburn hair. (Come to think of it, those of you who were at university in 1995 probably know what she looked like: she was the model who'd been used for the Midland Bank's student account publicity shots.)

At some point in the year, our block got adopted by a local cat. We fed him a bit now and again, but it dawned on us that it probably wasn't wise to let him think that this was his home. So we picked him up, took him round to the tutor's flat, and knocked.
"Hi. Is this your cat? Only we know that you have one, and this guy's adopted us, and were wondering if he's yours."
She took one look at him. "Oh, no," she said. "That's not mine. My pussy's ginger."

*pause*

"Oh."
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 12 Jun 2008, 13:11, Reply)