We were discussing our cat Percy and how old he was getting,
M: what do you think we'll do when Percy dies?
Sophie: We'll dig a big hole in the garden and then bury him. I'll put a grave on the ground with 'Percy QC, dribbliest cat ever'. When Tiger dies, I'll write "Tiger QC, spottiest cat ever".
M: Then what will happen?
Sophie: Percy will rot, then a bit of him will go to heaven
M: which bit?
Sophie: possibly his brain.
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M: Sophie, can you not sit on Theo's head.
Sophie: but I'm pretending I'm giving birth to him
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M: Sophie, why are you wearing a tea-towel?
Sophie: It's my survival tea-towel against Theo attacks.
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