Novelty items don't provide much more hilarity than this bundle of mirth. The sight of a towel cascading from the hindquarters of a cat has raised many a chuckle in the Redhart house- particularly after my son Horace decided to purchase some brown towels. It also brings back vivid memories of an uncanny feline outpouring in my brother Conrad's expensively fitted lounge. 'Wogan' had been rather ill for a few days and his condition elicited a violently emotional response from Conrad, which was quite harrowing for me to witness. It was only shortly later that he was faced with the unenviable task of informing his kids that 'Wogan' had moved on to a better place. Mercifully, the period of Wogan's passing was not severely prolonged, although I do believe that he suffered a considerable amount of pain. But then, my belligerent brother has never been the type to pay heed to the proverb: 'revenge is a dish best served cold'...