You might remember when my brother-in-law, Donald, came around and sloshed poor Ollie across the chops - for no other reason than he doesn't like cats. Donald arrived the other day and saw Ollie, peacefully asleep on the TV. Before I could stop him he dashed over to cat, bent over him and sceamed 'scat', into his ear. You may remember that Ollie doesn't mind a loud noise but he does hate bad manners. He opened one eyelid, raised a casual paw, and sloshed Donald across the nose. Donald let out such a satisfying scream 'Ohhhh, my nose, Ohhhh, it's bleeding!' In an instant I was between Donald and Ollie, stopping further set-tos. But don't you love the cat - yeahhhhhhhh.
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