The Peculiar Saga Of Top Gear's Rory Reid And A Feral Cat

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A few days ago, Top Gear presenter Rory Reid alerted the world via Twitter of some sudden and very alarming feline troubles. Must be part of the hardship of home ownership, I suppose.

Shit, Rory! What’s happening now?

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Oh, man. You’re really not fucking around, you’re being serious.

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Okay, good background info. Thanks!

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Lawless creatures, not bound by human mores and conventions. Have you thought about adopt—

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Gotcha, gotcha.

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Christ, this invader is shameless!

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“Cat, this dude is not pissing about. This is his house!

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Time to go Home Alone on its ass.

THREE DAYS LATER.

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HELL YEAH! One point for the people.

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Shit! Shit! Shit!

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I mean... you did trap it. What did you expect?

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Are you sure you’ve got a cat on your hands?

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No, sir. From the sounds of it, what you had on your hands was a goddamn tiger.

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I’m not convinced that you’re alright, man. I think you’re being held hostage.

Blink twice if you are. We’ll send someone right over.