Why cats have a lot on common with teenagers

Me and the teenage lad, who is looking great for 17 (that's close to 80 in cat years) have an awful lot in common - if only he realised it.

I think the lad should spend a night down the dustbins with us. He'd enjoy it.

Just like me, Joe takes no notice when they call him.

I've got nine lives - he acts as if he has.

We're both creatures of the night and can sleep for England.

You only see us at mealtimes.

And neither of us improve the furniture.

If only he learned to wash behind his ears, we'd be like peas in a pod.

Julie and Mike say they don't know what to do with the lad for the best.

Here's a bit of a tip: call a vet.