You Don’t Know if you’ve Mailed a Cat until you open the box and find out.
That is hilarious. Thank gosh it didn’t ended with a dead cat, simply an absent-minded owner who will clearly be giving Cupcake more treats.
Isn’t this also an applicaiton of the Heisenberg Packing Uncertainty Principle, too?
Was the parcel delivered on foot? I could walk from Falmouth to Worthing in 8 days!
It could have been worse.
How many of Cupcake’s 9 lives remained after that?
Thank god she didn’t pack Imagine Dragon’s “Radioactive” CD in there.
Did I detect Imagine Dragon’s decay 6E10 times, or only 5E10? In all the postal confusion I’ve lost count myself. So do ya feel lucky, Cupcake? Well do ya?
Google Maps says that a walk would take 81 hours, so 8 days sounds about right, allowing for breaks for meals and sleeping.