When I was 9 years old, there was a cat that lived in our building in London. My father called him Underground. I used to pet him and feed him. He was my friend. One day, he went after me. I might have done something to piss him off.
But the point is, I've been frightened of cats ever since.
So you can understand my horror when the Sister showed me the following:
Look at him plotting the murder of the entire household...
I honestly don't know how the owners of this cat can sleep at night.
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