The Cat I Cant Forget

One Saturday morning Milly Pav took a bath at my house.

Unfortunately as Milly sang to himself in the bath Fing forced himself into the bathroom, quiet as a mouse. Fing re arranged some towels on the floor then departed with his malicious mind, smiling to himself like the cat who had got the cream.

Tragically the re arrangement of the towel had exposed a rather large cat poo into which the unsuspecting Pav trod as he stepped out of the bath.

What can I say?

My pets are animals.