Syrup & Sick
back in the day when my sis and I were allowed pets at home, we kept two black cats called snowy and ginger. (i know my sister named them, she isn't the brightest at age 4) They had a bed in the garage and were fed there (mum didn't like the mess in the kitchen and they were farm cats), so we kept their food supplies there.

Their fave food was little treat biscuits we kept in a golden syrup tin with the lid on so they didnt gorge themselves and be sick.

then next door got a tom cat, which was fine, he marked his terriority and then started invading our girls' space. they didn't like it and there were numerous fights.

as time went on we got more lax about keeping the lid on the tin, so the evil 'piss up every wall' tom cat decided that they would ideal for a snack.

tom cat was significantly bigger than our gorgeous girls and proceded to get his head stuck in the tin.

I came home from school to find tom cat wandering around the garage walking into things with a syrup tin stuck to his head.

My dad and i got hold of the tom cat (with a towel ppl - less scratches!) and tried to pull the tin off.

Tin was stuck, so we took the medium bolt cutters to the edge of the tin. tom cat is at this point getting more stressed, scratchy and spitty and still waving head from side to side.

we nip the edge of the tin and loosen it - tom cat realises he is free and makes a break for it. My dad is holding the tin which comes off at a fair speed.

The fecking tom cat had been sick in the tin and the delightful cat vomit was spraying out in a lovely arc all across my nice clean school uniform.

I wasn't to impressed being covered in warm cat sick and neither was my dad...

fecking tom cat never came back tho'!

and we saved the day for our gorgeous girls!



length - you know you love it
(twiceydrinker hmmm is it pint time?, Tue 12 Jun 2007, 13:51, Reply)