Harley the Ginge.

Stoopid kat. (thats why we are called the french terrorists ya know.

we chased one of my mums cats so much that he had to move out

and go live at Nana's house. Yeah!! thats what we do. Terrorise cats)

Would ya take a look at him, sleepin' in the kennel? just who does he

think he is? I'll get him, I'll eat all his food and then chase him over the fence. Course, we wont mention the scratch marks on my nose, self defence wounds they are they, comes with the job of being a french terrorist.