So, it happened like this. Many moons ago She had an email from a tv company who were making a program about cats. They wanted to know if we would walk with their presenter. They wanted to know if we would walk for cameras. She said, "I don't know. I will ask them." So She asked us and we said we might and She phoned them, and passed our message on.
Next the Lucy lady came. The sun shone on a blue sky day and we walked up the hill and charmed the Lucy lady. Away She went and a date was made, but then the presenter lady had to go and have tea with the Queen. Imagine, turning down walking with us to go and have tea with the Queen. Well, a cat can look at a king they say, though why one would want to we can't imagine. Surely a better saying would be that a king can look at a cat? Anyway, we forgave her, and another date was made, this time the Queen had tea with someone else.
On Wednesday morning the sun did not shine but the lady came, and brought cameras and sound, lots of people and they all went into Her studio and we were invited in too. Now, usually if we sneak in to give Her a hand She chases us out and rude words are spoken, so imagine our delight when She was all welcoming words and cuddles and treats.
She talked a lot of nonsense about painting and books and we prowled around and had treats and walked over books and looked bright and orange and beautiful for the cameras. And the lady was beautiful and elegant and feline with a voice as smooth as milk.
Then after a while it was time to walk, up the green lane and over the hill, slow walking, Maurice was shy, but at the top of the hill we sat together in the shadow of the wind. And though it was gray the view was beautiful. And though it was gray the violets shone in the grass and the gorse glowed golden. And though it was gray the presenter lady shone like a rainbow star. Because she is. A star.
Next the Lucy lady came. The sun shone on a blue sky day and we walked up the hill and charmed the Lucy lady. Away She went and a date was made, but then the presenter lady had to go and have tea with the Queen. Imagine, turning down walking with us to go and have tea with the Queen. Well, a cat can look at a king they say, though why one would want to we can't imagine. Surely a better saying would be that a king can look at a cat? Anyway, we forgave her, and another date was made, this time the Queen had tea with someone else.
On Wednesday morning the sun did not shine but the lady came, and brought cameras and sound, lots of people and they all went into Her studio and we were invited in too. Now, usually if we sneak in to give Her a hand She chases us out and rude words are spoken, so imagine our delight when She was all welcoming words and cuddles and treats.
She talked a lot of nonsense about painting and books and we prowled around and had treats and walked over books and looked bright and orange and beautiful for the cameras. And the lady was beautiful and elegant and feline with a voice as smooth as milk.
Then after a while it was time to walk, up the green lane and over the hill, slow walking, Maurice was shy, but at the top of the hill we sat together in the shadow of the wind. And though it was gray the view was beautiful. And though it was gray the violets shone in the grass and the gorse glowed golden. And though it was gray the presenter lady shone like a rainbow star. Because she is. A star.
