This is the one I’d get: (See what I did, there?)
Cat delivered alive and well after spending eight days in the post.
In which I describe a win-win-win solution to an environmental time-bomb.
The Pope loves cats. I rest my case.
Had Frederick Miller not lost an eye in a freak golfing accident back in 1885, I might be Prime Minister right now.
Wouldn't bacon soup be totally awesome?
Apparently, Peru has an annual Gastronomic Festival of the Cat. Sadly, so-called ‘animal rights’ activists are now on the case. I'm off down the travel agent's to book a trip while I still can.
…but, in the case of cats, I'm prepared to make an exception.
Cat converted into helicopter.
On the cat-flap.