The recent demise of our most senior cat has led Mr. P and I to remember daft somewhat anthropomorphic coversations we (well, mostly me, to be honest) had about the mogs and the forthcoming Olympics.
I seem to recall something about their chosen events to enter being along the lines of:
Maurice - Advanced poncing about and the intermediate moulting (he's been training hard for that one)
Clucky - Senior Shouting and possibly the hurling (as in between peoples legs, with the stair location as preference)
Lily - the "Neither Use Nor Ornament" event. (This is neither track or field, more windowsill)
Any of yours likely contenders?
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