FYI, Cats of England: Tesco of Rugby is a no-judgement zone. If you feel like, say, swiping some treats off the shelf and then plopping down for a nap like our hero friend here, you can absolutely go for it! Howl at the moon, run up and down the aisles, get high on catnip and pay what you wish (nothing!), live your life like every day is Supermarket Sweepstakes–and I’m fairly certain that Tesco and the world at large will not knock you for it. They will love you. We all love you.
Melanie Morris-Jones, Rugby woman who encountered our hero friend here, tells the Daily Mail that she found Tesco Cat half passed-out next to a box of Go-Cat food at around 9 a.m. on a weekday, undoubtably coming off a night out that was just nuuuuuuuts because cats don’t have jobs, and every night is an adventure. She claims that a cashier was aware of kitty’s presence and that Tesco Cat is a “regular.”
Who among us has not woken up in a pile of crumbs with a bag of half-consumed double dark chocolate Milanos in their bed?
Not I.
Not Tesco Cat.
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Still here. Still without airbrushing. Still with teeth.
