It was a proper shocker of a night—weather so feral you wouldn’t even send your mother-in-law out in it. The thunder was cracking like a whip, and every time it went BOOM, the cat, Gazza, about leaped out of his skin. He looked at Bruce—a Bulldog built like a brick shithouse —and thought, "Bugger the rivalry, I need a cuddle." Suddenly, the power cuts out. POP. Pitch black. Gazza lets out a proper high-pitched squawk, and Bruce doesn’t even hesitate. He lumbers over and hauls the cat into a massive bear hug. They both knew it was "illegal." Dogs and cats in this suburb just don't mix—it’s like supporting both the Blues and the Crusaders. Bruce expected a scratch to the face, but Gazza just clung to his chest like a burr on a woolly sheep. The storm was raging, but they didn’t care. They were so wrapped up in the moment they didn't hear the back door open or the muffled "aww" from the human... Click. Caught in 4K. That’s going straight on the group chat, bro.
