My mum and I were invited to a neighbour’s birthday party yesterday, an outdoor party – parasol, canopy, laden picnic table, chiminea ablaze. Imagine our shock when we arrived – and found Marley already there! Smooching round all the guests, soliciting ear rubs and winding himself round legs. Cat-crashed my mum called it, though he’d obviously negotiated the gate as well.
I found an old tennis ball, ripped that to shreds then started begging sausages from the food table. I was having a fantastic time until my mum saw and said: STOP! That was the party over for me and I was taken home in disgrace.
Marley stayed, my mum went back and I was left on my own. Mum came back later but the cat was last home. Dirty stop out!