It's funny how a simple misunderstanding can make you see things so differently.
A few days ago we were talking about pets over lunch. Our office temp asked if I had any, and I said that I had two cats - both rescue cats, in fact.
Hi face changed to one of incredulous wonder. "Oh my God, what do they do?"
It took me a couple of seconds to realise that he thought my cats went about
saving lives. I explained that, no, they were rescued, rather than rescuers. But now, every time rescue cats are mentioned, I have this mental image of Dyson (the big fellow) trudging through the snow with a bottle of brandy round his neck.
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