UKIP And Cats.

My views on immigration are reasonably middle of the road; liberal tinged with self-preservation. But sometimes a line must be drawn. We have four cats, Dave, Domino, Betty and Britney, which considering this is a mouse household shows an admirable appreciation for diversity, but it seems four happy, well-fed cats tend to attract others. There’s Cocky Black Cat, a stray who despite biting lumps out of Dave and costing us £70 at the vets on antibiotics and pain killers, is slowly playing on our sympathy, and Pretty Cat who’s obviously owned but lonely and just comes round for the crack. And then there’s Pip an asylum seeker from Royston who wants to come on compassionate grounds seeing as Martynmouse doesn’t let him in the house since ??? moved out to live with the lovely Asian couple across the road because he pees everywhere. That would be seven and definite grounds for me voting for Nigel Farage in the upcoming MEP elections. I mean they’re all unemployed, our NHS budget wouldn’t stretch to the vet bills, none of them speak English and we already buy cat food by the hundredweight. Fright quankly Mothermouse already complains when Domino chooses to bless our favourite possessions with the mark of his own territory. Nope I’m applying zero tolerance to our immigration policy; from now on it’s one out, one in.