When Trigger Met Fanny

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THIS IS I – TRIGGER

Yesterday I went with my owner, Kevin to catch a train into London Victoria. He says he has to go into something called the office. Personally I can’t see why. I mean its much more fun chasing foxes and other wildlife in the park or taking tasty snacks from the shelves in those big stores they call supermarkets. Its most kind of staff to leave eatables just where my nose can reach them …! Anyway I digress. As I was saying, I was at Gipsy Hill station yesterday when this furry tease (she is called Fanny I understand) sat on the Oystercard reader arching her back at me. I wagged my tail furiously but she wasn’t having any of it and kept well out of my way and, to cap it all my owner told me to behave. Fancy telling me to “behave”, butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth (it would be swallowed so fast it wouldn’t have time to melt)! This feline fiend has even got her own Twitter account (https://twitter.com/thegipsyhillcat). Who ever heard of a mere cat having such a thing. I demand one immediately!

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THIS IS FANNY

Yours disconsolately

 

Trigger

3 thoughts on “When Trigger Met Fanny

  1. Sue Vincent's avatarSue Vincent

    Trigger, you must put your paw down immediately… next thing you know, he’ll be stroking the feline furrball, then its the long, slippery slope to sharing your space with a cat. I suggest a few gentle whines… the lifted paw and the head on the knee… It usually works to remind her where he loyalties lie 😉
    Much love, Ani xxx

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