Last week I sent this meme to a friend, because she also has a cat called Beans:
Truly, there was nothing more in it than a casual, “Look, this cat has the same name as yours!” It wasn’t supposed to be a command, nor a premonition of the future.
However, the Cat Universe had other ideas:
THAT SAME DAY, Beans’ little sister, Minou, came clattering through the cat flap with a fried chicken leg in her mouth. She then proceeded to hide under the bed, where none of the humans could reach her, to feast, undisturbed, on her prize.
How did this happen, a mere few hours after I’d sent the original meme? Who is the hapless diner (or, rather, non-diner) in the south-west of England, whose chicken was stolen? Is there some innocent cat or dog out there, being blamed for the theft, or has the non-diner somehow managed to gaslight themselves into thinking that their meal preparation was all a dream?
It wasn’t even a full moon or Mercury Retrograde at the time, so the little sods don’t even have those extenuating circumstances.
People of the south-west, if you see any of these reprobates* on the rampage in your neighbourhood, lock up your lunch.
*Having learned that crime DOES pay after all, Minou will, no doubt, have passed this information to her brother and sisters.
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