Pussy cat

I still hadn't recovered from getting up at stupid o'clock yesterday morning, and came down to breakfast in the hotel feeling totally washed out and knackered, so Imagine my surprise when I came across this fully-grown tiger in the breakfast room. This hotel is a actually a pub called the "Red Lion", so obviously it contains a stuffed tiger. To be fair, it also has a lion as well, but I didn't blip it 'cos it's not red. The manager assured me that this fine animal was not shot, but died of natural causes. I started to argue that possibly dying from having a ton of stuffing shoved up your a-hole might not be construed as natural causes, but the manager said that he died first. Judging by the expression on his face, I'm not so sure.

Just one more to go now, then I can relax a bit....