Post #1677865

@Shobeck I was once living away from home working at a new job and visiting my own house at weekends. One Monday morning I left the house, shut the door, and was getting into the car to drive to my job when I thought "no, there's something not right here." I went back to my house and opened the door ... and a cat shot out between my legs. No neighbour's cat has ever got into any home of mine before or since, so I've no idea why I knew there was something wrong on that one occasion.