Pets2001

Davina:
What the *f**** is all this noise? It's putting me off my Prozac!

Hamish:
Ah, you need fear for your kittens no longer, Trevor has just agreed to marry you and bring them up with you.

Davina:
You what?

Hamish:
Don't worry, you'll get used to his funny little ways in time... The smell I'm not so sure about...

Davina:
I don't know *what* you're talking about, but it's too late anyway...

Hamish:
Too late?

Davina:
Yes... The little bastards arrived half an hour ago and I flushed them down the toilet... I'd give it five minutes before you go in there...

Hamish:
You? You? You?

Davina:
Well, I wasn't really cut out for motherhood. Anyway, now that I've got my figure and my life back, what does everyone fancy doing?

Trevor:
I suppose a shag's out of the question?