Poorly Cat
My friend was giving me a tale of woe the other day.
Turns out the enemy has been on at him to decorate the kitchen. He'd just finished and got the kettle on when he decided to soak his brushes in a dish of petrol.
He's popped upstairs to use the loo, whilst unbeknownst to him, the cat has seen the dish of white liquid and started lapping away thinking it was milk.
He was just washing his hands when he heard it, the cat howling and smashing in to the furniture. He's run down stairs and the cat is jumping about, climbing the curtains, suddenly as it's half way across the ceiling, it fell flat on its back, motionless.
"Did it die?" I asked.
"Ran out of ruddy petrol".
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