Where I live there are quite a few ‘flat cats’, my own furry bundles of joy included. Some of them can often be seen skulking around the entrance waiting for their owners to let them back into their luxury apartments. This one likes to wait on the nearest thing it can find to a sofa – the seat of an uber-cool, vintage Piaggio moped.
HOW DID THEY KNOE DAT IM CALLD PIAGGIO?