So as Mrs P and I stepped out for our morning constitutional yesterday there was massively loud yowling and screeching from under the car.
Then Napoleon scarpered at great speed straight across the road and over the wall into Sybil’s back garden. Sybil is the lady who lives in the place next to Matilda the tripod.
Next thing feral Harry emerges in a stately manner from under said car and makes for Wendy’s front door. At first glance I thought Harry was carrying a mouse he had fought with Napoleon over.
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But then it turned out he had a piece of Napoleon in his mouth (fur anyway).
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Be warned all you sweet relaxing floofy U75 kitties.
If you venture into South East London it is like the Wild West I tell you, tooth and claw guys, tooth and claw.