Susan Begg

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The future scares me so I'm here for the funny stuff. And cats. And otters. Oh, and the dog rating people, just love them but it's mainly cats tbh.

A photo of a television screen on which Sue Barker is speaking about a past era of tennis and mentioning Chris Everet and Martina Navratilova. The subtitles translate this as Evert and Martina-and-a-half-rat-loaf.
A gorgeous make black cat is sprawled out fast asleep with his head almost curled back enough to touch his own belly because his body is twisted in the middle somehow. He looks like a crumpled piece of black fabric but he's really very comfy.
A short video in which a grey cat stretches up to a television screen which is showing a snooker table. The cat is masterfully demonstrating the order of play and the angles and shots required for the win. Mathematics was involved and a Power Point.
The photo shows the back of a black cats head as the cat in question, Harry, watches the TV programme 'One man and his dog' in which sheepdogs and their handlers compete in trials. Harry shouts 'guilty as charged m'lud' every time a dog appears on the screen (which is often).
A grey cat sits in front of a large television showing a snooker competition staring intently at the screen. The subtitles on the television state that he is a fabulous referee, one of the top in the game. The grey cat humbly concurs.
Harry, the most handsome black cat that ever lived, at the end of the Ahhhh part and commencing the Choo part, of a very spotty sneeze.
Photograph of an opening (a doorway or window) in an old stone wall, part of what seems to be a ruined building set in what appears to be a bleak and stoney landscape. The photographer is unknown but it is very reminiscent of photographs taken by the author Tom Cox to illustrate his posts about portals into other dimensions. Today's lesson learnt: Writing alt text is difficult!
Jack The Ripper, a grey cat living in the UK, lies on his side in a state of bliss having just been groomed by his ever faithful slave. His little eyes are almost completely closed so as to lull everyone into a false sense of security but it is only a matter of seconds until he will launch his attack and very much bite the hand that feeds him. His little paws are tucked up underneath him, craftily concealing his weapons of mass destruction until they will be deployed in manner befitting his name. There will be blood shed and none of it will be his, the little bastard .