#982 theoldmortuary ponders

Blog 982 might have suggested that I am not completely a cat lover. Historically I was very much a cat-lover but I feel that it is perhaps not in my community’s best interest to have pets that defaecate and pee in other people’s gardens. My cats have also been far better at catching birds than mice which is also not good for the environment.

My first ever cat was a Siamese an intense learning experience in cat owning. Were I ever to own a cat again, my first choice would be a Siamese and it would have to be a house/flat cat.

The cat above is Harry, my second choice of cat style, a ginger moggy. He looks exactly like Henry who was his forerunner and nothing like Muppet who is an extremely long haired ginger cat who at 20 still lives with my ex-husband on a cliff in Cornwall.

Then of course there is my pun cat from Brixton who crops up in blogs.

There have been many other much-loved, non-ginger and non-Siamese cats in my life. So why after just two concurrent dogs in my life  I am team dog these days.

Love is the thing, I am a needy human. The love I share out is generously given but I need it reliably returned and cats just don’t have that capacity. Their love is entirely self centered. No cat has ever looked at me as if I am the centre of their universe.

These two do this every day.