I love everything about this article. I started reading it assuming it would be about a mummified cat found in a tomb, but they actually meant a living, breathing, furball-hacking feline.
They report that this cat, with the rather formal name of Mrs Peter, conveniently crept into the tomb via an unnoticed hole shortly before it was excavated.
They also come up with the far more interesting suggestion that she spent hundreds, possibly thousands of years hanging around in the tomb of an Egyptian Princess just waiting for someone to open the door. As you can imagine, that is my favoured explanation, no matter how unlikely it may be.
What would a cat do for amusement when it was locked away for so long in the dark? What cats normally do I suppose. Sleep. Maybe she was battling other zombie cats that were entombed with her? I prefer to imagine there were a few zombie cats locked away together in some sort of ‘mausoleum of doom’ scenario, and Mrs Peter was the last one standing.
The only thing that throws cold water on the whole zombie idea is my doubt that an ancient zombie cat would be happy to spend 20 years living happily in London’s West End with physicians housekeeper. Perhaps Miss Ash cooked a mean crumbed brains?