The fastest those slugs have ever gone

Monkey was waiting at the door, patiently as always, and I almost let him into the house. "Huh," thought I, "What's that hanging off you, there? Oh, and over on your shoulder, too? Let's have a look at..."

"Sweety? The cat has slugs."

Monks must have been brushing through some undergrowth or something, because he had two little one-inchers stuck to him, one on his white chest fur, the other on his shoulder. He didn't seem to notice, and was a bit put out when I attacked him with a paper-towel before letting him in the house.

I do like to think of what the slugs must have felt like when he did his usual 30 mph dash towards the house, though.