After we finished cleaning the area, I went into the cabinent and was looking for any household items that can be used when Nikki and Helen comes.  Then I saw some curry powder.

"Aha, this is perfect.  I can use some of this."

So I poured the curry into a cup.  After I got the curry Jim was complaining about the cats in the house, there was eight of them!

"Bugger off!  I'm not your territory!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

"It's not funny mate!  I'm allergic to cats!"

"Oh" but I did giggle a bit.

Here's a rule of thumb when it comes to lesbians and cats:  The more cats in the house, the more of a Female Faggot(s) the girl(s) is/are.

"Bollocks!  there's so many cats here it's bloody disgusting.  Why do lesbians own so many cats?"

"Because lesbians can't get enough pussy……cats, pussy cats, yeah!"

He didn't say anything for a while, then he just busted out laughing, eventually I joined in.

About 5 minutes later, I heard a car coming close to the cottage, so I checked outside through the window.  I saw a Red Pugeot parked outside and a woman with a nice figure coming out.  Judging the height and figure I assumed that it was that Scottish Slurpee Skank Helen Stewart, aka Simone Lahbib.  I warned Jim that Helen/Simone is coming.

"Jim hide quickly, it's Helen, I mean Simone, I mean…whatever, just hide!"

"OK mate."

I hid behind the wall on the opposite side of the closet that we put Al's body in.  Jim was right next to me.  Helen came into the house and the cats ran right up to her.  She then greeted each one of the cats that appeared.

"Hello Ellen, hello Rosie, hi there Samantha Fox, how are you doing Gia."

I couldn't believe the names that they gave to their cats.

"What the hell!  She gave those cats names of dumb dykes!"  I whispered.

"Well, did you expect her to name her cats Marlon, Jackie, Jermaine and Michael?"  Jim whispered back sarcastically.

"What happened to Tito?"  I whispered back.

"Who cares about him?"