I turn to her in a look of disbelief, the cat of course couldn't have actually done it, it had to be television wizardry. She then continued to tell me about how the Martin, when he was no more than a little kitten, would hide behind the hedge, run up and burst through the hedge, jumping out at whichever poor mutt happened to be walking past.
I never really knew this cat as I was too young to know it, but I thoroughly consent to it being part of my family.
p.s. I don't draw animals, okay? it turns out they're a lot harder than stick-men...
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