Rachel McLoon is getting on my nerves again. She's having a shrieking hernia about some arachnid? There is nothing in the toilet at all. It's in her mind. I was so scared when she started dancing with that evil eyed solicitor in the bathroom that I went all the way to the end of the garden to find her a spider, I cam back and spat it out, but she carries on. It's all my fault, again. She keeps "shaming me", like she "shames" everyone, does Rachel McLoon from North London.
Last week she called the RSPCA and told them I was missing, I was not, I was hiding under the sink. Now the stove is eerily, wombatly, hubbling, bubbling, and I think she wants to boil me.........!!
I played dead to escape Rachel McLoon, and she called the RSPCA on me. They took this picture as a precaution and McLoon was given a caution.
My Mistress is descended from the McLoons, who ended up the McFadyens. Here is her ancestry. They are a lot of loons.
Meeeeoooowww!
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