Everytime my flatmate Luis mops the floors, it rains
and the cat ensures she comes in through the catflap seconds later, first having successfully covered the bottom of her paws with mud.
Last time this happened, Luis chased her around the kitchen with a cloth and wiped her feet, but not before she had left comedy paw-prints everywhere.
As soon as he let her go, she shot back out the catflap again, rendering the whole exercise pointless.
Well, not completely pointless - I laughed my arse off about it and felt very entertained.

You are not alone, Gunther. But at least you might have given your neighbours a laugh; perhaps that will bring you some comfort.
( thealternativefact, Sun 10 Aug 2008, 19:49, Reply)