About a month ago Charlie Noble & I stayed over at Doryman & his mates house after a shantey session. I was bedding down on a blow-up mattress on the floor & my feet were a bit cold & I grabbed a throw off the couch that turned out to be the cats blanket. Just as I was dozing off I felt the cat pawing my feet through it's blanket & I tried kicking it off me, big mistake. It attacked me in no seconds flat, malled my head all over. Not with it's paws (I found out in the morning it didn't have claws) but it's teeth. It felt like it had bitten me about 10 times within a quater of a second. I admit I cowered under the covers for a coulpe moments. Next morning there was blood on the pillow & not cat to be seen. I'll never, never take a cats blanket
again.
Barry