Phoenix our elderly cat Missy, has always collected things and left them in our hall as gifts. Her largesse includes men’s odd socks (not my partners), children’s T-shirt’s, a baby grow, crusty looking y fronts and women’s knickers.
Where and how she got these and dragged them over many high garden fences, I do not know.
Her most recent acquisition was a pair of my knickers (I must have dropped them by the washing basket, in our bedroom) and when we returned on New Years Eve, they were artfully displayed in the hall. They were definitely not artfully displayed there, when we went out ...
The land is dry, and the people are ...stupid?



