
...and Molly would be banged to rights in Mollyway!
In my married days Adrian my then OH, a huge and athletic guy who could EAT, once got himself a vast bowl of ice cream for afters, and then announced he was nipping upstairs for a wee. 'And' he added, eyeing Jacinth, my first Siamese, an ice cream addict, 'keep That Cat off My Ice cream!'
Well. Jassy and I just looked at each other. I scooped the ice cream into another dish and hid it in the fridge, and when poor Adrian came back down he saw a tiny blue-point Siamese happily licking up the dregs, having apparently hoovered down about a litre of ice-cream in less than two minutes.
I got his ice cream back out of the fridge before he could send for the flying squad and all was well
