She is (although extremely vocal) terribly ladylike. She doesn’t do rain, or snow – or anything really where her feet might get wet or cold. She is fastidious in her cleanliness and her white fur looks as though she’s had a quick Persil bath.
Imagine then, Dear Reader, my shock and horror when, on going down to the bottom of the garden for some wood, I was witness to her and another cat in…well let’s just call it ‘an encounter’. Now this encounter wouldn’t have been so bad if I had felt that the tomcat involved was worthy of her affections. But he was easily the mankiest, mangeiest ginger cat in the known universe. I felt very disappointed in her and in fact told her so later . She made this face…
Whilst I had my disapproving head on I got to thinking about the unsuitable relationships I have had myself (granted all of them many years ago) and I realised that they fell into a couple of very distinct categories.
Firstly the ‘just to piss my parents off category’ – from the man , who at 36 was just over twice my age and who I was convinced I was in love with (I think it was more carnal for him…) to the boyfriend who my Dad caught me creeping back up the stairs from at 6 in the morning fully dressed…There was also the one I used to meet at school lunchtimes for afternoons of bunking off and then of course there was the one who wrote erotic poetry about me which my Mother discovered hidden in my room and then I think wished she hadn’t.
Then we have the ‘because it was more exciting than being in the relationship I’m in’ ones which covered everything from the cocaine snorting, alcoholic recruitment consultant who almost destroyed my life (I did not indulge in the Class A bit I hasten to add) to the almost getting killed on a speedboat with an drugged up idiot boyfriend who thought I was being ‘overly sensitive’ to our plight (not what the coastguard thought). I have put myself in more bad situations with unsuitable men that I care to think about! But hey, we are all young once, all idiotic at times, we make mistakes and most of us have been ‘in love’ (or so we think) with people who are wildly unsuitable for us (and at times anyone else). But it’s all part of life’s rich pattern and hopefully we learn as we get older.
So that is why I was disappointed in Madam Rainbow. In cat years she must be well into her thirties. You’d think she’d know better!
Cat. Bothered? I think not Dear Reader. I think not.