We adopted a stray cat once, actually it more or less squated without our permission. It was the most arrogant stuck up ‘pet’ I’ve ever had, ironic considering it was a bloody stray. First time my sister and I got our hands on it we tried to throw it in a car and dump her two miles away. Well you read all these stories about pets finding their way home from hundreds of miles away after getting lost on holiday, so we thought we’d test the theory. Eventually we moved leaving the thing where it was, but me ma riddled with guilt went to look for her and she swears to God the neigbours ate the cat. It’s the way they used to look at it when we had it in the garden that convinced her. We asked the new owners of the house and they said they saw the cat one but then it disapeared. Coinsidence? I don’t think so.