We've been sitting on the sofa listening to her useless team playing in the FA Cup. I settled on her lap, trying to get as comfy as possible despite her twitching and fidgeting. Just as my purr reflex was taking over I felt a bit funny and leaned over the edge of the sofa and puked up all over the carpet. Twice.
Eeeeww. Oh my god, you horrible beast she said. Who do you think you are? Ashley Cole?
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The diaries of a middle-aged cat, following his release into the community after a short spell in the cats' home.
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