I’m slightly off piste here, but in the last week I have met two cats who have taken positive action towards organising their days.
First Buster. Beautiful, black and white, huge and comfortably asleep here in his own box.
Buster has adopted the Atelier de Couture in Peacock Yard. It says much for Linda’s forbearance that he is allowed there, and has his own box, despite sitting on her creations. Apparently Buster’s home has three young children in it, so he daylights to the quiet of the workshop.
I met second cat today. I was on the other side of the Walworth Road divide, in Stead Street. As I approached the newsagent’s I saw a large, and I do mean large, ginger cat sitting in the window. Such an opportunity was not to be missed. I went in. The people working there explained that the cat, called Gizmo, spends his days with them and then goes home. He obviously loves the company, and has bonded with the shop people. They said his name and he rushed to the counter. That’s when I realised what a big tum he has. Maybe his owners put him out for the day in the hope that he’ll run about and reduce his waistline. If so, it’s not working.
I don’t know the name of the third cat who came to say hello in Liverpool Grove. But I reckon she could take some tips from Buster and Gizmo unless she gets her own front door key soon. I think she thought I might be able to open the door. Oh I’m calling her she because she was wearing a very long, very pink collar.