Mrs Axe was decorating one time and had a paint roller tray of white emulsion on the landing floor. I said, ‘The cat will walk right through that.’ Seconds later, the cat scooted up the stairs and walked through the paint tray, panicked, and ran round the house leaving white footprints everywhere.
The cat was called Marshall but my nickname for him was Fat Boy Dim as he was all 3 of those things. Without fail he would time his use of the litter tray to coincide with us sitting down to our evening meal. More than once he stood in the litter tray and crapped out of it onto the floor.
But no, no Valentine’s Day gig.