right we're looking after our lass's brother's cat.
Well not a fully grown cat but not a kitten either, i think about 15 week's?

Anyhow i fucking hate cats but we agreed to look after it cos they've gone to mini in the park.
They brought it this morning i was in bed but our lass was up they droped 'george'(wtf?) off and went but they said to me last weekend that at about 11 o'clock on a night george goes daft, so i was thinking running around and shit. They said the same to our lass.

Fuck me the most placid cat ever today spent most of the day snuggleing up to me or our lass.
Our lass went to bed just after 9 and the cat was great just chilled out like.

Then 10 o'clock came and fuck me george went loony, attacking me drawn blood all over my arm's from claw and bite mark's, locked the little cunt in the kitchen and i can hear him bouncing off the wall's and cupboards.

So what the fuck is going on with the little bastard.

Or will he be best as a no 27 at the local chinky tomorow