Old Greg.

This is Old Greg, I'm sure that's not his real name, infact I'm almost certain.

He lives on the round I deliver on & we have a catch up & a stroke every morning, he then follows me around for a few streets.

I hate cats, but Old Greg's an exception, he's my best mate even if he never gets the drinks in.

I call him this not because he's old nor is he called Greg, it's just because he looks like a bottle of Baileys. Don't get it? Oh we'll.