Used to own a lovely, gentle tomcat called F.A.
One day, when just he and I were at home, I heard someone say 'Hiya!'
It could only have been F.A.

I tracked him down, and half-jokingly greeted him with 'hiya, F.A!'
To which he replied, spookily clearly, 'Hiya!' and walked off.

Astounded, I followed him round the house, saying 'Hiya!' and laughing every time he answered.

Eventually he sat down beside the back door and stared expectantly at me.
I said 'Hiya!' and F.A. took a huge breath, said 'Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!', and vomited up a huge tapeworm.

As it lay, glistening white, on the tiled floor, F.A. stood up and walked away in dignified silence.

My turn to say 'Hiyaaaaaaaa!'
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 22:14, 1 reply)

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(harrumph, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 18:50, closed)