The fevered dreams of long ago are now a reality:
S: You don't need a license for your cat.
C: I bleeding well do and I got one. He can't be called
Eric without it--
S: There's no such thing as a bloody cat license.
C: Yes there is!
S: Isn't!
C: Is!
S: Isn't!
C: I bleeding got one, look! What's that then?
S: This is a dog license with the word 'dog' crossed out
and 'cat' written in in crayon.
C: The man didn't have the right form.
S: What man?
C: The man from the cat detector van.
S: The looney detector van, you mean.
C: Look, it's people like you what cause unrest.
S: What cat detector van?
C: The cat detector van from the Ministry of Housinge.
S: Housinge?
C: It was spelt like that on the van (I'm very observant!). I never
seen so many bleeding aerials. The man said that their
equipment could pinpoint a purr at four hundred yards!
And Eric, being such a happy cat, was a piece of cake.
---Rsk
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