Inspiration...

I'll try and post the poster, but there's someone who lost their cat, found a cat they thought was theirs but have since discovered it really isn't their cat since (i) it doesn't like yoghurt (ii) it doesn't mind going to the vet (iii) it doesn't have a microchip (iv) it hasn't been neutered. It's a fantastic story (rather than the brief precis I give it here) is tied to various lamposts in Southville and demands a song. Something folky and olde myth methinks...