One of my cats had 99 lives. Managed to survive constantly winding up two massive Alsatians next door, getting stuck on our roof for 4 hours, dodging giant roided-up rats near the beach, pissing my neighbour off by kipping on his bed and going into my neighbour's garden with a swastika armband round its waist. The neighbour survived the D-day landings and wanted to twat it with a shovel.
The dopey twat got run over during a fuel crisis.
If you are wondering why my cat had a swastika armband round its waist, my brother was doing a play in sixth form which required him to be a Nazi guard.
Anyway he took it a bit too seriously and bought an original armband off some headcase Hitler worshipper who lived a few roads away. When he got it home for some reason he thought it would be hilarious to put it on the cat then dangle string above it so it would do Hitler salutes.
He then went to take it off the cat but the cat bit him then fecked off out the window and into a few neighbours' gardens.
One of them said he was sitting off watching the footy then saw a Nazi cat wandering round the garden and spat his tea out all over the telly./SPOILER]