I'm on my way home to Gothenburg. Bo, Martha and Mette-Marit are in their hot pink cat carrier at my feet. I'm cutting them cucumber with my swiss army knife (every lady needs one in her handbag, and no piggy owner should go anywhere without half a cucumber in the handbag either)
Man across the isle:
-Your cat likes CUCUMBER?
Man across the isle:
-Your cat likes CUCUMBER?