Keogh the cat : cat wee makes meetings go faster

At last I've got my revenge on Mike for that unpleasant little trip to the vets he took me on.

A business seminar he attended last week on 'team building' was briefly halted because of the 'over-powering smell of cats' in the cramped conference room.

The bloke doing the power-point presentation reckoned a puss must've sneaked in the room and relieved itself by the potted plants.

As a theory, it was riddled with holes.

They were on the 12th floor and the offending cat would've had to 'punch in' a security number to get through reception, then use the lift.

Even I can't do that.

If it was that intelligent, it would've spent a penny in the loo, surely? And washed and blow-dried its paws afterwards.

"Were you wearing your best trousers?" asked Julie when he shame-faced hubby related the moggie stench story.

I was.

"That'd be it, then," she reasoned. "Keogh's been sleeping on them for the last month.

"Emptying the building because you smelt of cat wee aside, do you think they saw you as management material?"