So this morning I noticed that #InternationalCatDay was trending on Twitter. In my view every day is International Cat Day, but we’ll let that go.
Then I saw on Facebook that Mslexia were holding a cat-related drabble contest today…and inspiration was sleeping right next to me, snoring gently.
Here’s the result, a piece about my cat Abby. She’s getting on a bit now, which is all the more reason to celebrate her.
She is a seashell, a tabby nautilus.
She is a tiger prowling the Cheshire plain for prey.
She is a hot-water bottle smack in the middle of the bed.
She is a rescue cat who worries when we fetch the suitcases.
She is a kitten chasing spots of light, dust motes and her own tail.
She is a cottage loaf baking herself on a sun-warmed flagstone.
She is a sphinx, omniscient behind green sequin slits.
She is a destroyer of curtain-bottoms and sofa-backs.
She is a lap-weight opposed to all movement.
She is always herself.