Here is something for you to ponder...

After a routine trip to the vets, I was told to "stop feeding so many treats" and had my wrist firmly slapped.

So here we are, sitting watching TV, with a packet of Tiggs' favourite treats on the coffee table, its about 7:00PM (ish), and Tiggs starts his usual batting everything off the table till the treats are left, and then starts batting and prodding at them, saying "give me them NOW". Mummy doesn't have the heart to refuse him, so big bad Daddy steps in, and takes them away and tells him that he isn't allowed them till 11:00PM.

We think nothing more of it, we sit there for the rest of the evening, then up comes Tiggs (he sits on the coffee table in front of the TV to proves that cats are not transparent), and starts batting at the treats again - so Mummy gives in and gives him a few.

Suddenly I look at the clock - you know the time was 11:00PM...

Spooky Coincidence, or just plain cat??

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September 28, 2001