Cat

If you're a cat lover, you'd better look away now.

Cats like me. They come to me, they rub themselves up against my leg, and they jump in my lap. Which is rather odd, because I don't like them. Oh, I don't hate them, and I would certainly never harm them, but we just don't get on. A dog is your mate; a dog knows when you're feeling down and gives you sympathy, and a dog knows when you want to play and is only too happy to join in. But a cat? Really, what is the point? And did I mention that they make me itch?

But here we are, miles away from home, at my sister-in-law's to celebrate her birthday. And she has two cats. And I haven't anything else to Blip.