Wednesday, 16 September 2020

Stop, thief!







I'm livid.

That twit of a cat who lives next door, Rajah ("ooo, I'm so grand I am part Persian"), has stolen my chicken. The felon, the thief, the robber, the poacher, the crook, the...the...the CAT BURGLAR!

Admittedly I had not acquired that chicken joint by totally legitimate means. It may have just, um,  accidentally fallen into my paws after the old woman took it out of the fridge and put it on the kitchen counter but IT WAS MY CHICKEN. I had hidden in the garden to save it for a rainy day. Today was raining but the chicken had GONE and I spotted that TWIT Rajah dragging it away.

I have my revenge planned. I'm going to lure him into the garden by dressing like this. 




Scary, huh? Then I will...

ATTACK...

and peck him into submission. That'll teach him to tangle with Toffee, the little twerp.


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