So there I was, eating my burger and chips, browsing not606 in the dining room, reading the usual stories. It was a sunny day, the sky was blue, the weather was nice... Then, just as I went for my penultimate bite of my burger I felt a strange presence from the kitchen. I didn't think anything of it and I carried on eating.... Just as I took my penultimate bite, a four legged creature jumped into my lap. I screamed like a bitch and the plate fell out of my lap. The four legged creature turned out to be a black and white cat... and I don't own any pets. The cat must've jumped through my kitchen window... and it quickly scurried off. I'm still shaken from this event. Are there any support groups I can phone?
Call a lawyer and sue the owner for emotional distress caused by them failing to keep their cat under control
False. Hopefully I can get Max Clifford to be my publicist as well. I don't think I'll be able to go into work for a while.
I have lived my whole adult life with the continuing inconvenience of pussy jumping right onto my lap; its more of a curse than a blessing.