> > BRONZE CAT
> >
> > One day, a man walks into an antique shop in London. Looking around, he
> > notices a life-sized bronze sculpture of a cat in a dark corner. The
> > sculpture is so intriguing, he decides he must buy it and asks the
> > shopkeeper the price.
> >
> > "Twelve pounds for the cat, sir," the shopkeeper tells him, "and 100
> > pounds
> > for the story that goes with it."
> >
> > "I'll take the cat," says the man, "but you can keep the story."
> >
> > The transaction completed, the man leaves the store with the bronze cat
> > under his arm. As he crosses the street in front of the store, two cats
> > emerge from an alley and fall into step behind him. Nervously looking
over
> > his shoulder, he begins to walk faster, but every time he passes another
> > alley, more cats come out and follow him.
> >
> > By the time he's walked two streets, at least a hundred cats are at his
> > heels, and people are beginning to point and shout. He walks even
faster,
> > and soon the cats keep up, hissing insanely, now not just thousands,
> > but millions.
> >
> > He looks up and sees that he is running towards the edge of the River
> > Thames, and the trail of cats is now several hundred yards long behind
> > him.
> >
> > Making a mighty leap, he jumps onto a lamp post, grasping it with one
arm
> > while he hurls the bronze cat into the river. Clinging to the lamp post,
> > he
> > watches in amazement as the seething tide of cats surges over the banks
> > into
> > the river, where they drown. Amazed and almost dumbstruck, he makes his
> > way
> > back to the antique shop.
> >
> > Ah, so you've come back for the story," says the shopkeeper.
> >
> > "No," says the man, "I was wondering if you had a bronze Man Utd fan?"
not a football fan myself so doesnt matter to me
