Actually we left our two cats behind when we crossed the Ditch this festive season, entrusting them to the boys (21 and 16), as well as these fresh strawberries intended to ward off rickets in boys who would otherwise live on Cocopops and pizza (based on past experience). As you can see, the strawberries were not quite used for their intended purpose and grew so much fur they practically came to life and ran around like regular mice.
So much for rickets' prevention! Indeed we'll be lucky if they -- and we -- only get rickets. With this amount of mould we'll all be on life-support by the end of the week for some never heard of before and totally incurable strawberry mould-bearing disease.
But at least the cats survived; they ate the mice!
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