You know that dead cat we found..?
Weather: a monkey’s wedding
Mood: tottering along
Word of the day: Bletherskate – a garrulous talker of nonsense
We were sitting in the smoking area before work this morning, chatting about the cat’s head found earlier this week (Jessica found it in the children’s playground, the police deny foul play), and Mike said,
‘Here’s a strange coincidence, I saw a poster for a missing cat yesterday.’ Our ears pricked up.
‘Where was the poster?’ asked Jessica.
‘It was further up this street. Isn’t that weird, when we just found a cat’s head and then I see the poster?’
‘What did the cat on the poster look like?’ I asked.
‘I don’t know, it was just a cat, it looked like a cat,’ said Mike, dismissively.
‘What kind of cat? What colour was it?’ Jessica was starting to lose her temper now, imagining the poor owners of the headless cat scouring the streets.
‘I don’t know, do I? It was just a cat!’
‘What do you mean it was just a cat? What did it look like?’ we all asked.
‘Why are you shouting at me? I just thought it was an interesting coincidence, we find a cat’s head and then a poster appears for a missing cat.’
‘WHAT DID IT LOOK LIKE?’
Eventually he said the poster was for a ginger cat, but the head found was a tabby. I find Mike very difficult to fathom sometimes.