Percy: Food had been left outside for me every night after I moved out. Then it got moved inside , with the garage door open a little bit for me. That was all good. Then this cat door appeared. I thought that was great. I know all about cat doors.
The door let me in, but there's something wrong with it, and it just won't let me out again.
Meowt! Let meowt! Meeeeeeeooooowwwwwwttttttttt!
Mr Bumpy: I'm still bumped and bruised. I look strange with all the shaved-off bits. I still have to take pills. Now Mum says I have to go back to the vet again!
And to top it all off the new guy's back, and I'm not allowed to go outside.
Meowt! Let meowt! Meeeeeeooooowwwwwtttttt!
Fanta: Percy's back and Bumpy's almost better. Mum and I can sleep at night without jumping up every time we hear a yowl or a cat bell. Both my cats are home and safe, and well, or getting well. Now I can relax and play.
Piggy, piggy. Who want to throw my squeaky piggy for me to chase?