Hello hello hello!
I’m back! Back from a holiday in Paris, and so back to my blog. Did you miss me?!
Here’s a little thing prompted by something I saw in Paris…
Cat on a string
It would have been easy to miss her. Easy to dismiss the tangle of rags as being just that – a tangle of rags. But something caught your eye, and made you look again.
There – just there, a few feet away from the bundle, sitting on a ledge and looking disdainfully into space. It’s a large, rather fat, cat – its colour and markings making it almost indistinguishable from the stained grey concrete around it. But there’s a flash of colour, and that’s what had caught your eye.
The cat is wearing a red leather harness.
And attached to the harness is a red leather lead.
And if you follow the lead along the ledge, then down a bit, it’s attached to the bundle of rags.
Which aren’t a bundle of rags anymore, but a tiny old street-lady, muffled up in layers of random rags, her head hidden by scarves, and just the smallest bit of nose visible, peering out from between her layers.
The cat gives you a dismissive glance, then returns to his staring.