Fug Me, Goes Mad I Does!

Clingon Pal, you flatter yourself when you say you’re crackers! When I was a kid I had to go to the Maypole for “broken biscuits!” If we had a poor week we had to settle for “son of broken biscuits!”” Never did me any harm as you can tell”
No Clingy my old pal and with a nod to your age, I see you more as an iced gem!

 

Minxy said you were small, wrinkly had white hair pal!

 

Masky
"Son of broken buscuits"!!!??? - Luxury. We couldn't afford to have our crackers broken. We had to lick crumbs from lid of Jacobs tin - always a bit risky as we didn't have a cat litter tray.

Minxy said things to you to help your self esteem. She knew she could have you on a lead - just like that iced gem. Just a minute, where's my collar?

 

Did she mean his head.........

 

Are you sure they were cracker crumbs? Or perhaps a bit cat pissy flavour?

 

Exactly mate. Hence it being a bit risky.
It was a tom-cat too. So a real danger of frisky, risky business in the lid.