Floyd was my nemesis. Floyd made my teenage life miserable. I used to run through F & Mr B's house to hide from him in their front garden. They lived in a terrace row in those days so Floyd couldn't make his way round the edges.
Floyd had a nasty streak a mile wide, all covered up in a smiling Siamese cat coat.
And blue eyes.
I have distrusted those freaky two-tone villains ever since. Fortunately you never see them here, so imagine my surprise when F arrived home with this photo she took when cycling round the ferry port. It even has blue eyes she said.
It's got stripes so it can't be all bad, but among the things that give away its possible parentage is the colour of the bit that connects its stripy 'points'. It isn't white. She reported that the rest of its tribe (with the exception of one totally black kitten) are all completely stripy with lean bodies, small heads and big ears, and all have rich cream to brown and warm beige tones in their stripes.
They live in an abandoned warehouse, and F reports seeing a taxi pull up in the empty street every morning to deliver food and water to a row of bowls fixed inside the chainmesh fence around the derelict building.
Imagine getting takeaway meals delivered by taxi every day! Talk about posh. I wonder where they order it from.
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