I like cats. So does my wife. In fact she really likes cats. So much so, there’s not a day goes past when I’m not asked to get one. Of course, all the while we’re in London we won’t, so to lighten the impending bout of sadness that ensues after saying ‘no’ I always try and lighten the conversation with a cat joke . . . like, “how do you make a cat go woof?”. Sometimes though, I just don’t think my wife has a sense of humour!
Which is why this next entry is of great interest. It involves a cat . . . well, a kitten really. And a sense of humour. This was not my job but someone else’s. The person told me about this for my blog a few years ago and it happened a while before then. The only reason I’ve not put it up so far is because my wife forbade me to do so – due to it’s graphic content and outcome. So, please read on – but remember, I am merely relaying the events through the medium of “artistic writing”. Make your own mind up on the ethics side of things!
