The old girl is becoming more distressed, so this bloke picks up a length of scaffolding from the building site, takes a run up and rises majestically into the air, swoops up the bemused moggy under his arm and returns gracefully to earth, presenting puss to its grateful owner.
“How kind of you, she says, are you a pole vaulter?”
“Nein” he says, “I am German, but how did you know my name?”
