Pants

At first it was the Fat Boy and Tutz sat in the bedroom, devising wings from knicker elastic. But then, one by one, the other pets got drawn in.

Giggsey girl the stupid slug face had been sat polishing herself in the sunny window, but couldn't help but wonder what they were up to.

Trotter sat and watched for ages before he felt compelled to make suggestions.

Lulu was baking a cake but when she realised what was happening abandoned the cake in the rain, even though it took so long to bake it, and she may not have the recipe again.

And so Fing found every pet in the bedroom, cutting pieces from girls pants, sewing lace to old bits of stick, watching Tutz as she lived her bat dream.

He sat, and he watched, and he felt inspired.

It has been quite some time since the Preachers Lane Pet Choir has performed. Fing, the chorus master, finds himself and his feline genius rewriting an operatic classic.