A friend of mine had been bothered by a stray cat lately, without warning it turned up at his house... and since then it won't leave. I received a call from him.
Friend "This cat is driving me crazy...."
Me: "well... drive it out of town, and drop it in a ditch somewhere"
He went and did this. 2 Days later I got another call.
Friend: "He found his way back, what do I do... I have to get rid of this cat"
Me: "Well, take it to the pound... They'll take it off your hands"
He hung up again. 2 days later I got another call.
Friend:"He broke out of the bars of his cage and got his way back. Please help, I have to get rid of this cat."
Me: "Yeah...that happens. Tell you what. Drive the cat 45 minutes north west to the tumbaroo train station. Take te train 14 stops to Richmond. Get off there, and catch the bus to the local airport. At runway 4 there is a small aircraft... Tell the pilot tony sent you and get into the plane. Fly for 40 mins north east until your above a national park. Jump out with the cat and parachute to the top of a cliff. Once there absail 52 feet down the cliff... there.. youll find a cave... throw the cat in the cave."
He hung up. I hadn't heard from him for a while, so a week later I gave him a call.
Me: "So...did you get rid of the cat?"
Friend: "Get rid of it? If it wasn't for the cat I'd never have got home"
