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Oh the things that happen to us!!!!!!!
Well there I was fast asleep;12:45 am when I was woken by Mr Bee hurling himself out of bed and running to a corner of the room.
As I slowly began to focus I could see him running back and forth the length of our long bedroom, roaring at the top of his voice.
At first I thought he had lost his marbles but when I could finally focus I could see a dark shape running away from Mr Bee, trying to avoid his manic grasp.
A cat had got into our bedroom through the open window and Mr Bee was trying to catch the damn thing and sling it back out of the window. I thought it was a fox, but no it was a cat.
I now have claw holes in my curtains.
Mr Bee finally came back to bed swearing like a trouper, complaining that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, and that he couldn't see what colour cat it was so he couldn't go round to the cats owners and wake them up in the middle of the night and put holes in their **********ing curtains. And why don't cat owners keep their *******ing cats in their own ********ing gardens.
I don't know why the silly beggar didn't turn the light on so he could see what the hell he was doing.
This is reminiscent of the curious case of the fox in the morning, with him running round the garden on a freezing cold morning at 6am wearing nothing but his trolleys and shoes playing tug of war with our white chicken Daisy.
Do other people have weird lives like us.
Well there I was fast asleep;12:45 am when I was woken by Mr Bee hurling himself out of bed and running to a corner of the room.
As I slowly began to focus I could see him running back and forth the length of our long bedroom, roaring at the top of his voice.
At first I thought he had lost his marbles but when I could finally focus I could see a dark shape running away from Mr Bee, trying to avoid his manic grasp.
A cat had got into our bedroom through the open window and Mr Bee was trying to catch the damn thing and sling it back out of the window. I thought it was a fox, but no it was a cat.
I now have claw holes in my curtains.
Mr Bee finally came back to bed swearing like a trouper, complaining that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, and that he couldn't see what colour cat it was so he couldn't go round to the cats owners and wake them up in the middle of the night and put holes in their **********ing curtains. And why don't cat owners keep their *******ing cats in their own ********ing gardens.
I don't know why the silly beggar didn't turn the light on so he could see what the hell he was doing.
This is reminiscent of the curious case of the fox in the morning, with him running round the garden on a freezing cold morning at 6am wearing nothing but his trolleys and shoes playing tug of war with our white chicken Daisy.
Do other people have weird lives like us.
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