Monday, 14 November 2011

Smelling of catnip

I think I must smell of catnip. As I have indicated before, the cats in Cambridge seem to have no natural predators, because not only are there no cat-eating creatures in England, but a lot of the Cambridge roads are of the sort where one car goes past a day. So it's feline anarchy. They have no fear. As I go along they actually shout at me, ('miaaaaaaow!!') and then they throw themselves at me. I am serious. I have to be giving off waves or something.
Who's that trip-trapping down my nice middle class street? Don't you know you've got to stop and pay homage?

OK, yeah yeah, you've told me you've got to get to the Co-op and I'm in your path. Stand there and look at my claws while I do my rolling-over thing

Can you do this at yoga, inadequate human? Thought not

6 comments:

The Foggy Knitter said...

My dad has had to spend some time recently trying to explain to a local cat that lying down in the middle of the road and rolling over wasn't wise, unfortunately our roads aren't that quiet! Sweet cat though :)

Denise said...

Don't you have any dogs in Cambridge?

Vivianne said...

Resistance is futile ..... :-D

Anonymous said...

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkOQw96cfyE&feature=player_embedded
for more details...

Cathy of Top Beauty Secrets said...

Wooaah.. Black Cat, isn't it bit scary at night?

mooncalf said...

Aww my big fluffy cat does that back stretch thing. I call it The FireCat because it reminds me of the Firefox in the firefox icon. Mostly because of the tail...