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A cry of anguish rang out across the courtyard followed by a torrent of rapid Italian invective. Maria Tortellini had stubbed her toe and seconds later a thunderous crash precipitated her demise.

On arrival, the Ambulance crew, having broken down the door of the ancient apartment, cursed loudly as a dozen or so scrawny cats flew past them and disappeared. On entering they found an enormous woman, her neck broken, surrounded by shelf loads of unopened tins of cat meat and 5Kg bags of Kitty Mix.

On the table, steam rising, Tagliatelle alle Vongole.

Over the floor, smeared cat turd.

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    Neville Hunt about 7 years ago

    I can smell the apartment...and it's not nice! Fascinating debut, Ursula; looking forward to the next instalment.

    Smeared cat turd resonates so well with me as my daughter's cat just did a whoopsy on her carpet, the stinky mog!

    Welcome to Drablr, Ursula.

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    Ursula Searle Grainger about 7 years ago

    Glad you found me! I have a feeling this might become addictive!

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