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‘Who shut that damned kitten in my room!’ yelled Charles. He dragged Saffron along the corridor to his room. ‘It’s bloody gross! Look what the little monster’s done now!’ There in the centre of the quilt was a disgusting, stinky, cat turd.
‘I’m sorry, I did. She was being a menace and chasing ... uh ... pouncing on the fax,’ amended Saffron, remembering not to mention little, brown birds. ‘I’ll clean it up, sorry, I just didn’t think ...’
She grabbed a huge handful of toilet paper, put it over the cat turd so she didn’t have to touch it, scooped it up and flushed it away. She changed the quilt-cover then finally settled down to watch the end of her favourite T.V. show with her guilty kitten snuggled up on her lap.
