Yesterday, somehow our little “Orange Blur” managed to get inside a kitchen cupboard when no one was looking. It’s the one my husband keeps bottles of vitamin tablets, over the counter medicine and pain killers in. Sometimes the wire drawer where they are stored lets a few fall onto the shelf below.
Her ladyship was caught walking around the house with a blister pack of Nurofen in her mouth.
I could almost see the speech bubble above Mr Boy Cat’s head:
“For a real pain in the neck. How appropriate!”