Cat

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Cat

This cat is following me around. But it tries to pretend it isn't by taking a convoluted path, going up and down trees and circling under bushes like a insane detective. He knows I'm up to no good. 

Finally, he feels the need to act. He settles on a stump, tetchy. His tail twitches. 

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The Mysterious Cat

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The Mysterious Cat

It's been a poor few days creatively: I've been too tired, mainly from work, to make anything much. So I've been watching films, writing little reviews and cogitating.

I don't feel unhappy about this: it's important to "recharge batteries". The difficulty is in knowing when they really need recharging, and when one is simply being lazy. This cat probably knows the difference: cats seem to know everything.

Betty's Cat

What splendid, aristocratic beasts: I'm not in the least surprised the Egyptians worshipped them.

Indeed, what is more astonishing is that these fine creatures haven't been adopted by other religions. I suppose the cat is too independent, too elegant and too self- contained a beast to satisfy Christians, who instead went for the lamb as a symbol. I understand why: it is because Christians believe, or hope "the meek shall inherit the earth", and those little white lambs seem so well to convey that quality, existing just to be turned into cutlets by Welshmen.

Myself, I'd rather live under the jurisdiction of cats (not that it's likely they'd want the administrative bother!). I've never seen much virtue in meekness, a mousey quality at best.