♫We slip through the streets while everyone sleeps♫
This collection was originally going to be titled: “A Glaring of Cats” but I ultimately settled on the one you see. Yes, a glaring is one of the collective nouns for cat, though there is also a clowder, pounce and if they are wild perhaps a destruction. Personally, I think a destruction of cats also applies to many domestic felines.
I have always liked cats and as I recall they have always liked me. As I grew up in Great Glen whenever I came across a cat they always made a B-line for me and rubbed their backs against my bare schoolboy shins, socks around my ankles, looking for attention. The cats, not me, wanting attention.
I rarely expose my shins nowadays, except for Badminton and Squash, but still the cats seem to love a good rub. Maybe, since they have invariably had their genitalia removed it’s the closest they can get to jerking off.
The Lovecats was described as a parody by The Cure’s Robert Smith. I guess parodying those couples that are “so in love” for appearances’ sake. In my experience something a cat would never do. That is more canine behaviour. Cats have a far more nonchalant attitude to such matters.
When I started this my intention was to write a quirky whimsical collection about cats from Leicester. TS Eliot I am not and it soon became quite dark, and I also ran out of cats.