I have serious beef with this cat of ours at the moment. Tuesday night I'd cooked some delicious sausages for dinner and left them on the side in the kitchen. When I returned I found a partially mauled sausage on the floor and I suspect the rest of them had been trampled somewhat.
Then last night Mrs Motown left some prawns out to defrost (in readiness for being added to a delicious tomato pasta dinner for 2) and then no more than 20 minutes later the bowl of prawns was decimated.
I have no actual hard evidence but all roads lead to Floyd. The dog can't get on the counter and our other cat is a perfect gentleman.
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