Caesar
Caesar is one of our three tom cats. Now, Toms are darlings really and I wouldn’t be without them, but they are rather useless about the house. There is a reason for this. Toms keep their brains in their balls and you know what happens to those…
So after six months, they become brainless dollops who lounge about the place contributing nothing but good looks. Which brings me to Caesar. Narcissism in a mackeral tabby coat is our Caesar. Of course, getting his picture displayed in the local camera shop didn’t help matters.
He was about two years old when he posed for this picture and so taken by it was the local processing shop that they kept a copy for their display. Did we hear the last of it? Did we indeed ever! Ever since that picture he preens about asking “Am I looking good today?” Then giving us the answer… “I’m looking good…”
As decoration Caesar is perfect. As a contributor to the household his usefulness is limited, I can tell you. Ask him to catch a mouse or climb a tree and he wouldn’t want to risk messing up his coat. Yet everyone loves him. Well, everyone except his sister, Bast and nieces, who will clip his ear and hiss at him just to put him in his place…
Sometimes I don’t understand just what it is he does that annoys them so much. Apart, that is, from just poncing into the room looking good.
Bye for now
