My name’s Tim and I’m a cat bore.
There, I’ve said it. It feels slightly better to have confronted that particular demon.
A friend the other night said – and I quote – that I’m “forever rattling on about those damn cats”. I also haven't forgotten how that brutish Naylor chap once referred to Field Day as Cat Chat.
Hence I’ve decided to stop subjecting you to tales of them (for a while, at least!) Here, though, for any cat lovers, is a nice picture of Parsley. That cat has the life of riley, it really does.
You prob won't publish this, but she's a fat old biffa.
It appears that Tim's more generous with his comment publishing than you gave him credit for... :)
Yes, Adam, it appears so - but not as generous as he is with Parsley's cat food!....lol.
Now, now. Given London's mouse problem right now, maybe Parsley is just really good at catching them!
Erhum.
Yes.
..and now back to reality, where Parsley just dreams of catching mice. That could be what she is dreaming in the pic?
I've heard that the local rodent population have resorted to mild taunting, in a vain attempt to get her moving..!