I call Sal Esposito to the stand...


Possibly the most amusing bit of Governmental administration confusion ever. Of course I've fully played it out in my mind of Mr. S Esposito being transferred to court in his crate, presuming the vet as his fate. But then he arrives at court displaying his cat surprised face, wondering what all the funny looks are about, as he proceeds to lick his undercarriage. "Why not, I'm a cat?" he meows.

Begs me to ask, whatever next? Cats with credit cards? Dogs with iphones? Beware Fernie animal lunatics of naming your nearest and dearest as family members, you never know what might be in store for them.