Yellow and Runny
I grew up in Newport, famous of course for the GLC and well, other things Im sure. We lived in a nice housing estate next to the school, in fact you could climb over my back fence and get into the school grounds should you so wish.

So one day my friends an I are in the boys playground (it was seperated for some reason) and my black and white cat, Kitty comes trotting up to play with us. Being 8 this was the coolest thing ever, I was suddenly the centre of attention. All my friends were picking up Kitty, playing games and chasing her around the playground.

That is, however, until I noticed flecks of a runny yellowy-brown substance on the sleeve of my coat.

Kitty was only a couple of years old and had some sort of infection or dietary problem and had quite a bad case of the runs. In fact, she'd covered myself, and three of my friends in shit.

Screaming and running to the toilet, I tried to wash as much off as possible before we all went in for lunch. A teacher had come out to investigate the commotion and attempted to chase Kitty back to our house.

30 minutes later in the crowded school dinner hall the headmaster comes in, gets everybody's attention and demands that the four children who had come in contact with the cat's diarrhea be seperated from the rest of the lunchgoers. Me and the three other boys were made to stand at the side of the hall, in full view of the entire school (girls and all) while we were "inspected" for contamination.

Kitty had infiltrated the school by this point, and managed to leave her mark on Mrs. Kelson's register and dress before she was finally dumped back over our garden fence by my mum.
(borovan, Sat 9 Jun 2007, 14:51, Reply)