This is based on one of my sister’s cats. I forget which, it could well be her current cats, Tabitha and Timmy, but its hard to believe having seen them this Christmas. They’ve grown into loveable little metaphors for tertiary phase capitalism - they’re not just fat cats, they’re spherical! But in the old days they were big old rangy cats and this was how they used to deal with the cat flap in her rear door. You’d hear a crash through the door and then a scrabble of paws as the cat involved desperately tried to decelerate before hitting the far wall.
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