Me Dad saw this poster on a nearby lamp-post whilst taking me out for a walk this morning, so he pulled it down and took it home, and then rang the people concerned. The conversation went like this. "Hello, are you the people with the cat who went missing, Tiddles?" They said "Yes, we are, have you found him?" Me Dad said "Yes, I think I have, I think I saw him whilst out walking the dog this morning." They said "Wow, are you sure, was he mostly a tabby but with two black front paws and two white ones at the back?" Me Dad says "Yes, I do believe that he did!" They said "Great, now think carefully did he have a little white ruff on his chest, about the size of a 50 pence piece?" Me Dad says "He certainly did yes. And a white ring around the tip of his tail as I recall." "Wow, really! Amazing! That's him alright, wearing a snazzy yellow collar was he?" Me Dad says "No, sorry, the cat I saw in the skip outside the old pub that they're doing up on Skipton Road didn't even have a head." Woof!
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.