Rats?
 

Dave got up this morning and was making coffee when he noticed the rubbish bag was....well....twitching.....like something was in it. Our downstairs neighhbours have a rat problem and have had on and off for years so he thought there was a rat in there- looking round for feline back up he realised both felines had sneaked off (Rat? No way are they dealing with a rat, flies are easier) so he looked round and grabbed a saucepan....At this point a load of rubbish was kicked out the bag and Bonnie appeared!

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

(PS Bonnie would like to point out she is generally far too genteel to act like a common guttersnipe but her dearest Mamma, Sarsi, asked her to endeavour to retrieve that little bit of chicken left in the bag for her and one does not deny dearest Mamma anything so she was merely going to give the chicken to her dearest mamma as a token of the great respect and affection with which she holds her)