As was dishing up some supper for the cats, [they only got supper on saturdays as a treat..they eat far too much as it is anyway!] and it was some rather smelly pilchards. Maxwell was stalking around my legs and rolling around on his back like a tart..
And being the lovely person I am..
I looked into those big amber eyes of adoration..
Into his youthful kitten face..
And I thought..
"Cor, if only you knew whats coming for those plums at the end of next month"

Somehow I don't think he, or William, will be
quite as bouncy then...
I'm a cruel..cruel owner
