Think again

Call it an extra sense. Call it what you may. I got wind. No, not what you think. There were plans of a house-guest cat. Staying at my tin-opener's. For four days. No way.


As soon as I heard of those laughable plans, I moved in.


Well, long enough to remind my tin-opener that he shall not have any other cat before me.


My, didn't my ear itch in there. Glad I got out again after I made my point. By the way. Time for food.