Not-Right Nativities

My daughter adopted a feral kitten found under the hood of a friend's car. She took the kitten to the vet, and she was pronounced healthy. She's been a handful, and when my grandson brought home another cat, she got much worse. The solution my daughter found was cat pheromones. All of a sudden, the feral cat is fine, and friends with the new kitten.

Can't see whether the cat actually makes off with the chicken. If it doesn't - well, I assume he's going to cook it, so just get on with it.

We've four cats - and have given up trying to keep them off the worktops. We just wipe down carefully before we cook. The youngest particularly likes to play in the sink. Right now he's sitting under a dribbling tap negotiation with The Squid about who gets to use the tap.

I'm pretty sure it was already cooked. The cat stepped in it, and he said he ate it anyway. Yesterday, the company that makes the security cameras offered to buy him dinner after the video went viral.

I can attest to the sscat's effectiveness. It seems the neighborhood kittehs were using my greenhouse as their personal rest room. Summer days, I have to leave the door open or it gets too hot in there. Toasty cat poops can get rather - aromatic, shall we say?? I bought the ssscat, put it inside the greenhouse and aimed it at the doorway. Scared the p*ss out of myself the first couple of times I walked past it! But I'm pleased to say that my greenhouse is no longer a kitteh-toilet!