A reader writes: "Wednesday's story about poor Torby/Toby reminded me when my partner rang to tell me Miss Sauv had been hit and killed by a car. I asked if he was sure, since the lady across the road had an almost identical cat even down to the one white paw. I said, "Check Miss Sauv's right ear which is ripped". He checked, yes, the right ear was ripped. He picked Miss Sauv up and placed her in her cat bed. I came home and was patting her goodbye, thinking she looked a little bigger as a dead cat, but maybe things change a bit in death. Nek minute I hear a meow and Miss Sauv (still alive) jumps up into her bed - only to discover with horror I was patting a dead stranger in her bed!"
Humiliation on the Eurostar
"I was working in Belgium and decided to pop home for the weekend. I was on a night shift and took the first Eurostar. Got my seat, immediately fell fast asleep. Cut to me doing the fart of my lifetime and waking myself up with an actual jump. I looked around and everyone was either cracking up or trying to suppress a fit of giggles. Still half asleep and thus lacking volume control, I basically shouted to the entire carriage, "Did I just fart?" to which the elderly couple across the aisle from me nodded and the lady said: "A most impressive one dear!" It was the first time I've simultaneously cried laughing while also being so mortified I wanted to evaporate into the abyss." (Shared on Mumsnet)
