In our flat we have decided to make an effort to clean out some of the junk around the house. Tonight we went through the bathroom cupboard. We came across a giant box of panadol tablets and about eleven used toothbrushes, nothing special.
The real find came from a set of drawers. It contained a book called 'A hundred and One Uses of a Dead Cat'. You can imagine how excited I was. The above image is the only one I could find on the internet. My favourite uses so far in the book have been the shoulder pads and the oven mitts.
This is about the fifth time I have tried to comment on your blog, but your blog has always rejected me. I would just like to say that my previous four comments were incisive, witty and (deeply) moving, and nothing like this one. This one is mainly to say: when I was ten I thought 101 Uses For A Dead Cat was the funniest thing that had ever been written. Of course my tastes have matured somewhat. Now I think Your Mum jokes are funny.
ReplyDeleteIn your case your dead cat would be a ginger one.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you could make one of those Scottish tartan wig hats out of it.
The word verification for the previous comment was "IMGULTI"
ReplyDeleteI kid you not.
I have been doing a similar thing at my place in anticipation of moving into Sellwood Manor. I have not found anything exciting yet but have discovered that Bennett loves collecting crap - stones, twigs, an old sieve, bits from old game. He is a horder in the extreme, I fear he will be a male version of the old cat lady (just to bring it back to your cat theme)
ReplyDeleteThe word verification for my last post was Mantip - is this computer trying to tell us something?
ReplyDeleteThanks anonymous, still not sure who you are but I appreciate the comment.
ReplyDeleteFflur- I was just like your son when I was 12.
"Fflur- I was just like your son when I was 12."
ReplyDeleteYou were a boy?
Anonymous was (and still is) John-Paul. I ALWAYS forget to put my name at the end. Sorry.
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