Cat Racing

This evening I galloped across the roof. The wind was blowing in my ears, my whiskers were nicely ruffled and I let loose the odd trapped wind. I needed someone to race with me but that young minx was out, in MY garden with MY friend Aslan. And I've spent all this time trying to poison her with my antibiotics to NO effect. I think I'll suggest we have a race and I'll put up some signs - 'This way for the winner.' She has no sense of direction.