Queen and Jerry
I've decided to become a lap cat and have taken to sitting on Her at all hours, to relieve my boredom. I sit on Her knees while She is trying to write, or on Her chest when She is reading in bed. I like to distract Her when She is trying to concentrate on Eastenders.
But wait! Something finally happened here tonight. The House Bitch of Doom brought a guest into our fine mansion.
The only problem was that it was a mouse. More accurately, an ex-mouse. Expired and fallen out of its nest.
I heard a loud shriek and popped my head around the corner to discover Her in a lather. And the House Bitch gnawing at a rather skinny corpse of a rodent. The Boss arrived quickly and, donning a giant leather gauntlet fit for a falcon, picked up the deceased mouse and removed it. Rumour has it the unwanted guest was tossed into the flowerbed of the Moaning Meldrew next door.
The House Bitch of Doom is in the doghouse (hee hee). She must be desperate if she's supplementing her diet with vermin. Some people round here have no class. Me, I just rolled over and dozed off again... to dream of Whiskas premium chunks.