Day 29

Bob from next door called in to see me.

Oh yes?

He wanted to complain about your harrassment of Fluffy. He's had to get her into cat therapy and he wants us to pay.

Therapy? What a fuckwit. I hope you said no.

That depends on whether you actually covered yourself in green face paint and

 jumped out at her from behind the grapevine yelling "BRAINZZZ.!!!" Did you?

No..... ..okay yes, but it was a joke. God, doesn't anyone have a sense of humour round

here?

That depends.

On what?

How funny you think it when you get no cat treats for the next bazillion years or until

Fluffy stops shaking, whichever comes first.

Fuckwit