My cat’s just thrown up on my bed!
Much as I love my cat, Meg, she can be quite disgusting. I’d just settled down to do some re-writes on my novel, and was well into my stride, when I was distracted by the most godawful noise. Retching, her head darting back and forwards, my sweet little kitty brought up her entire tea. Was she ill? I hear you ask. No, says I, she’s just a gannet. Honest to God you’d think she never got fed, such is the speed with which she consumes her food.
To add insult to injury she then takes a crap, filling the room with the fragrance of eau de poo and finishes up by legging it into the kitchen and overturning the bin!
Cats, love ‘em, loathe ‘em? What do you think?
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