Well it all started some years ago when a man from a pet charity came knocking at our door. Can't remember the name of the charity, but he asked me if I would like to sponsor a cat.
I asked him, "What will it do?"
He did not understand, so I explained, "you want me to sponsor a cat, will it run the marathon? Go on a diet and lose weight? Climb a mountain range? Eat broccoli for a year? What will it do?"
He said that it doesn't work like that. This sponsoring method is that I pay a given sum every month and the charity looks after the cat.
"What's in it for me?" I asked, "I seem to be out of pocket in this transaction!"
He said it's a charitable gift, tax deductible, I would get photos of the cat every now and then and a progress report how he is doing. I thought it was a waste of money. I might as well buy a cat. So they sold me a black cat called Snowy.
Unfortunately he was difficult to handle so we exchanged him for a white cat called Rover. Sadly, on a snowy winter he got run over by a snow plough. Perhaps we should have kept the black cat called Snowy instead.
So the charity gave us another cat. A ginger one called Albatross. He was very clever for a feline.
I lived in London at the time. In a tiny apartment.One day my boss said I had to go and work in Glasgow for three months. It was an urgent project and I had to fly there that very evening. There was no one to take care of my Albatross for that length of time so I decided to take it with me.
There was no time to make any arrangements so I looked on the internet and there's an organisation that can transport animals from one place to another for a fee. They took my cat and said they'll deliver him to me in two days' time.
Two days later, in Glasgow, they delivered a Golden Labrador dog called Pussycat.
"What the **** is that?" I asked the delivery man who could not put such a big dog through my letter box.
He looked at his delivery note and read, "A ginger cat called Albatross!"
"So?" I asked, "do you see a mistake here perhaps?"
He looked at the dog and said, "he's a bit big for a cat!"
"Of course he's big, he is not a cat," I said holding back my temper, "he is a Golden Labrador, not a damn cat!"
"Do you not want him?" he replied, "he is bigger than a cat, and very friendly. Saves me having to return him to the depot. Besides, this delivery note was in the cage he was in. It says ginger cat named Albatross. So he's definitely yours, look the address is correct as well!"
To cut a long story short, as you have guessed, someone at the depot had mistakenly put the wrong delivery notes on the cages. We got down to his delivery van. It was full of cages with rabbits, hamsters, guinea pigs, parrots, snakes, tortoises and other creatures due for delivery. And, you've guessed it again, all the delivery notes were on the wrong cages. The snake was labelled a parrot, the parrot was labelled a hamster and so on.
We found my ginger cat called Albatross. His delivery note said tortoise called Speedy to be delivered to a totally different address to mine.
I convinced the delivery man to give me my cat in exchange for the Labrador called Pussycat.