More from the memoirs of Sharples the cat
If am absolutely honest, and one should be honest in one’s memoirs, I have never been much of a team player. Typical of my kind I am far too conceited even to consider sharing the glory of my successes.
However, long ago when I was nearly drowned and I made my way from the sea to the town I did meet a few fellow travellers on the road. Thomas was a lifelong tramp and he shared some invaluable lessons with me in those early days. His companion, Miss Jemima, had been deserted a year before, and Thomas although a rough and ready sort of fellow to the casual observer was a gentleman and made it his duty to be her guardian.
Then there was the other chap, Winscott, a scruffy bedraggled mutt of a chap whose sly and conniving ways made him a moderate living as he roamed from place to place. I learned much from him too.
We were a motley crew as we walked up from the coast and over the days and weeks we developed a kinship. In towns and villages Thomas taught me how to hunt in the refuse bins for morsels and Winscott taught me how to charm the local folks into giving us food.
It was at one such town a family took a liking to Miss Jemima and tried to make her their pet. Indeed she was taken inside their house whilst the three of us were left to make do with the old garden shed which let in the elements.
The day after Miss Jemima was sat in the window her coat shiny and groomed all polished off by a diamante collar with a tag. The tag read Felix, no wonder she had a face that could have soured milk.
Thomas said we should leave the garden but not go too far, just far enough to make the family think we were gone. Winscott was not convinced but agreed to go along with the plan. He just didn’t think humans could be that stupid.
Oh but they are. Within a day of us leaving the family let Miss Jemima out of the house and within an hour of doing so we were on our way again leaving a broken diamante collar on the kerbside. Humans are indeed prone to stupidity and need our superior feline intelligence to protect them.
© JG Farmer 2015