...And the kitty cats would have to erect scaffolding and a pulley to get him down. Mind you, I wouldn't put that past them. Sometimes when they are behind the sofa supposedly purring, I think they are drilling.
- Georgia Nicholson

[Glass figurine of Angus in his favorite position, by Tim Marinelli]

12:10 a.m.

When the doorbell rang I shot out of bed and looked down the stairs. Mum had opened the door wearing a nightdress that you could quite easily see through. Even if you didn't want to. Which I didn't. There was a policeman standing at the door, holding a sack up in front of him at arm's length and his trousers were shredded round the ankles.

"Is this your bloody cat?" he inquired, not very politely for a public servant.

Mum said, "Well, I...er."

I ran down the stairs and went to the door.

"Good evening, constable. This cat, is it about the size of a small Labrador?"

He said, "Yes."

- From On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God by Louise Rennison

[Angus, aka, Handsome Rob, aka the Fat Boy, adopted by Casey in Spring 2008]

Angus: My mixed-breed cat, half domestic tabby, half Scottish wildcat. The size of a small Labrador, only mad.
- Georgia, Angus, Thongs, & Full Frontal Snogging

Angus

A cat haiku
Small brave carnivores.
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes,
Fear vacuum cleaner.