‘Bugger and double bugger!’

Pauline Philbey looked down at the upturned pot of paint. Emulsion oozed in all directions. Boris watched the liquid flow towards him. He gingerly pawed at the paint then decided to beat a hasty retreat before his owner lost her temper and threw something at him.

The local archivist slowly descended the step ladder and assessed the damage. Why on earth did I decide to redecorate the living room? What a stupid thing to do and look what has happened now! Think woman! Think!

Boris looked at his owner then at her attempt at abstract art from the safety of his fluffy cat basket. Pauline Philbey laughed. It was the first time that she had done so for a long time.  

‘Hardly Jackson Pollock, is it Boris?’

Boris...

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