Joke

One day, a man walks into an antique shop in London. Looking
around, he notices a life-sized bronze sculpture of a cat in a
dark corner. The sculpture is so intriguing, he decides he must
buy it and asks the shopkeeper the price. "12 quid for the cat,
sir," the shopkeeper tells him, "and a hundred quid for the
story that goes with it." "I'll take the cat," says the
man, "but you can keep the story."

The transaction completed, the man leaves the store with the
bronze cat under his arm. As he crosses the street in front of
the store, two cats emerge from an alley and fall into step
behind him. Nervously looking over his shoulder, he begins to
walk faster, but every time he passes another alley, more cats
come out and follow him.

By the time he's walked two streets, at least a hundred cats are
at his heels, and people are beginning to point and shout. He
walks even faster, and soon breaks into a trot as multitudes of
cats swarm from alleys, basements, and abandoned cars. Thousands
of cats are now at his heels, and as he sees the river at the
bottom of the hill, he panics and starts to run full pelt. No
matter how fast he runs, the cats keep up, hissing insanely, now
not just thousands, but millions.

He looks up and sees that he is running towards the edge of the
Thames, and the trail of cats is now several hundred yards long
behind him. Making a mighty leap, he jumps onto a lamp post,
grasping it with one arm while he hurls the bronze cat into the
river. Clinging to the lamp post, he watches in amazement as the
seething tide of cats surges over the banks into the river,
where they drown.

Amazed and almost dumbstruck, he makes his way back to the
antique shop. "Ah, so you've come back for the story," says the
shopkeeper. "No," says the man, "I was wondering if you had a
bronze Man Utd fan"