The cat is called Princess. She adopted us in early August after being abandoned for some time, a common problem in France. After much TLC, she’s grown into a beautiful and affectionate moggy. With ample prey in the hedges and fields that surround chez Wilds, she’s a fierce mouser. The downside is that she brings them live into the house and we have the devil’s own job to catch them.
Robert Burns termed it ‘That wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie’. Small as it is, the mouse frightens the most surprising of people.
There’s a raft of famous cats, mainly fictional. Sylvester, Topcat, Garfield and Tom (of Jerry fame) conjure up images in a trice. Mickey, Jerry, Danger Mouse and Stuart Little do the same for rodents.
What literary thoughts do they bring to your mind? A tale centring on a feline or a mouse, or do your brain cells push you towards an exciting cat and mouse game of suspense, such as a wartime exploit or the pursuit of an arch-criminal? It’s a very broad field.
Love that cat!
I once wrote a really bad poem about a cat called Zelda. Here are a few lines:
Zelda the Zealot’s a tree-loving cat,
she’ll climb way up high if there’s something to pat.
Zelda the Zealot’s without fear, not a trace!
She’ll walk along branches with balance and grace.
Zelda the Zealot’s a most active cat,
but sometimes she stops for a requiescat.
Zelda the Zealot’s the only cat I know
who’ll happily play all day in the snow.
And on and on. Illustrated with photos of the cat in question. See more here.
What a beautiful kitty! Congrats on your new family member!