Copy Cat

You are not to look at the picture. It's got some of my naughty bits in it. I didn't mean it. It was Max's fault. Max and his silly language stuff.

You see we were talking and he said that Sebastian was a bit of a copy cat. I didn't ask him what that meant as I knew. And Max never corrected me so it can't be my fault can it?

You see I've seen two legs use his copier thing to get copies of pieces of paper. I often wonder why they don't put that paper money of theirs under it and copy that. then they wouldn't have to always tell me there's no money left for my tuna and cream. I really think us cats have the world economy sorted with a few copiers and our magnificent brain power.

Anyway I knew what Max meant and I went to the copier and lifted the lid and sat on it. That glass is a bit cold but I have always been one to suffer for art. I pushed the button and a bright light travelled the width of the screen eluminating my bottom. That was when I had my first thought that something might not be quite right but I carried on. The machine whirred and cranked and I sat perfectly still. Then a piece of paper started to come out from under me.

You can see from the picture what it was. there on display was all my under-carriage.

Max came in and asked what the devil I was doing

I said I was being a copy-cat and he tutted and walked out.

Any idea what I can do with an embarrassing picture?