There was once a woman, of indeterminate age, called Elsie, although we shall refer to her as the #MadCatWoman.
Her neighbours, who thought she must be slightly mad, referred to her as Elsie 25 Cats, since together with her questionable age, there were also a variable, unaccountable number of cats.
Whenever asked she would always say, “about 25, at the last count!”
The #MadCatWoman devoted her life and resources to her cats, and they, in return, would do anything for her. Whenever friends came to call, they often mistook sleeping cats for cushions, and some of the naughtier cats would sneak whoopee cushions under someone just as they were about to sit down!
The #MadCatWoman believed that fresh air and exercise were good for felines as well as humans and arranged a cat rota, based upon who she thought should come out to the shops and parks with her. Actually the cats compliance with this rota, in reality, was that those not paying attention, or who were fast asleep, were the ones to be grabbed.
The #MadCatWoman had lots of ginger cats.
The #MadCatWoman had lots of black and white cats.
The #MadCatWoman had lots of ginger cats with black and white patches.
And lots of black and white cats with ginger patches.
There were also a number of gorgeous tabby cats with Siamese and Oriental patches.
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