cat on a moped
When i was about 15 or so, me and some mates were always on the look out for spare moped parts (this is in france), and one wintery afternoon we'd heard that someone had tipped a load of junk near a forest, so we hopped on our bikes and went to have a look...

One mate was searching through a mound of metal, and me and another mate were just hanging around talking... and then we heard this little miaowing noise, we looked around for a bit and found a little blue bin liner, all done up with string (well, that orange plastic string you get with bin liners)... and sure enough, inside were two tiny kittens.
We couldn't believe it, how can people be such bastards, leaving two of these things to die in a bin liner in the middle of nowhere?

So, we get one each, and shove these tiny things in our jackets, which we did up tightly... then drove the 5 kilometres back to our parents houses. Not an easy feat I must admit, I could feel this kitten crawling all over me, trying to climb down my arms and stuff.

Once at home, my mum freaked out, obviously, we already had two dogs, a duck and a dopey siamese cat wandering around the house, "this isn't noah's ark...", all that stuff, so we wait for her to come down off the ceiling and we try to feed this little thing, and after a while it takes to sucking on the (neutered) red setter's nipples, who doesn't mind a bit for some reason, it just sits there.

So eventually the cat gets bigger, stronger, VERY cocky... it looked like this:



Eventually it died last year aged... 18.

After having killed a lot of small animals, tormented a few small dogs, and generally behaving and vaguely looking like a gremlin.

RIP my furry friend

alan, reporting from Paris.
(Alaning, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 21:04, Reply)