15th February 2007

Right- the mythical cat. Well, it’s not’s not mythical because it’s true, but it seems to have gathered a kind of mystique around it. Legendary would possibly be a better word. I’m not sure. How about The Cat. Yes, I like that. Start again…

Right- The Cat. One of the flats downstairs has recently got themselves a little kitten (to go with the two dogs and 3 kids they already have- I swear, I don’t know how they can all live in a flat that size, with that many people, smoking that amount of cigarettes. Probably explains all the crap they leave discarded outside in their garden- a fridge, skateboards, 3 bikes and a kite last week). This kitten is left outside all day and, I think, all night. It only is ever allowed in the flat, it seems, when they decide it would like to eat. I feel it is neglected. Anyway, I generally show it some love when I come in from work and it’s sat on the stairs in my building shivering it’s little paws off and I’m happy to say that we have built up a bond.

On Wednesday night after five minutes of playing around on the stairs (a little pawplay, if you will), it followed me into my flat. I think I had been secretly wanting this to happen to be honest, I had wanted to pretend for a little bit that I had a cat of my own. Anyway, I didn’t do much to stop it and he/she (I’m not sure, but I’ve called him/her George, so it could go either way) spent a good half an hour having an explore round the Towers. Then ‘it’ came up and sat on my lap on the sofa and fell asleep for 20 minutes. It was ace, but then I felt that if it got too attached to the place then I would never be able to get rid of it and the smokey joes from downstairs would probably try and kill me. So when it woke up I carried it back out into the cold, concrete hallway and shut the door on it. I felt terrible, especially as I could hear it scratching on my front door for a good ten minutes. I had to put Jarvis on really loud so I couldn’t hear it.

So yes, there you are. George and I still have our little corridor relationship, but I mustn’t let him/her get too comfortable, it’s dangerous ground…