Monday, 1 December 2008

Monkey custard

The trials and tribulations of parenthood.....

I was blathering away on the PC last night, listening to the Monkey snoring in the next room, when I heard him wake up and cough.

Sometimes a cough is just a cough. And other times it is the precursor of something much worse.....

I was two steps from his door when I heard it:


Monkey had cadged some Twisties after dinner, and it appeared they did not agree with his digestive system. The evidence was there, in a big yellow chunky puddle in the middle of his bed.

As fans of Blackadder would know, the big question was "How did you get so much custard out of such a small cat?"

I was thinking exactly that last night.

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