Ten cats go Om Nom Nom

A gangly gang of gritty gats…I mean cats…were terrorising tourists traveling through Tel Aviv… I mean Haifa…today. The gang of almost identical mangey pusses on the Haifa foreshore mob passing old ladies, tackling them and sinking their sharp fang like teeth into their cankles. This old fart never stood a chance. Sort of like a homeless man who has character about him…till he smiles at you. I’Z SMILEZ CAUSE AM HUNGREE AT YOUZE! GIVE UZ [...]

Oh dear, your cat is missing? Have you checked the pound? No? Perhaps because you don’t have a pound? All lost cats live on the streets, getting high on catnip, screwing around with other slinky minxes, breeding half casts, mongrel and feral offspring. Oh yeah, your cat’s gone now lady. Gone and never coming home.

I call this one Peach Testicles.

I can’t believe we’ve been here for a week. It feels like ages ago we got here…at the most 7 days! Probably due to all the looking about and walking everywhere time goes slowly. Hummus does that to you…makes… you… slow… eh?