Cat Pub

Where cats go at night. Under certain outdoor bits of wood or corrugated iron may be found the entrance to the Cat Pub, a subterranean chamber equipped with cat chairs, a cat jukebox playing cat music, a cat bar serving cat lager and a sort of pinata made from dead mice. After several hours in the Cat Pub, the cat emerges, pissed, and spews on your lawn. (Viz, Random Hut, 1986)

Bloke 1: Bruce, where's your cat, mate?
Bloke 2: Cat Pub, mate.
Bloke 1: Go on.
Bloke 2: Oh, my word.

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