The Ginger Tom

Yesterday evening I was helping mum put the recycle boxes out on the pavement for collection. Of course it was purely a supervisory role, you have to keep a close eye on things around here. Otherwise they don't get done properly.

As soon as the boxes were outside the ginger tom from across the road came over and started to lick out my empty Whiskas tins. I was forced to give him a good biff around the ear holes whilst mum squashed the tins so he couldn't get his head in.

That showed him, he won't be back for a while!

Thomas O'Toole x