
Imagine that cat suffered un crise d'estomac which resulted in the poor creature's rear end being almost entirely soaked in liquid shĂ*te, with many interesting soft lumps also embedded in the fur.
Now picture such a creature going about his morning duties, hopping from kitchen worktop to kitchen table, from floor to sofa, chair, windowsill and so forth.
The sight that greeted me when I entered my house at lunchtime was indescribable.
Have you ever tried washing a shĂ*t-soaked cat in a bucket? :shudder:
I wish I were dead.
Can you wrap it in a towel to avoid getting your face scratched to death whilst bathing its botty ?
10 characters? Pile of cund.
Sir C comes on bemoaning his cat for squirting faeces everywhere just doesn't ring true.
I very much doubt the "poor wee chap" is OK because the fur covered little snake has probably been slung into the wood-chipper by an enraged Sir C and quite right too.
And furthermore, a fireman friend of mine tells me an estimated forty pet cats died in the Grenfell fire and I haven't heard you, or the other great cat lover, evince a shred of sympathy. Cat lovers my fat white cat hating arse .
You might as well throw the kitchen away as well
10 characters? Pile of cund.