Then there were two...
My two mates George and Dave took me out on the lash one night to drown my sorrows. On the way home George and I got into a drunken altercation over some terribly important point. Dave left us to it. Within minutes, the argument was over, so we hurried to catch up.

Turning the corner into a long, straight alleyway, there was no sign of Dave, only a black cat sauntering along in front of us. There could not (and never will) be any other explanation: DAVE HAD TURNED INTO A CAT! I mean, this alley is about a quarter of a mile long- he wouldn't have had time to walk its entire length. And when we got to the end and turned the corner, there was Dave still slowly staggering along AND THE CAT HAD DISAPPEARED...
(tree hugger putting the "semen" in "basement"..., Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:16, Reply)