Tancred

I think I have a clever cat. A very very clever one. Now I have 6 of them, and they're all clever and so beautiful. Because they're my cats so that's how I see them. I guess it's the way all mums see their kids, but seeing that kids have never come my way, then I have to dote on something don't I? And since it doesn't hurt anybody then it's all right. Please note though, I am not that kind of spinster who has never known men (as in male human beings), or the spinster who has something against men (as in male human being), and turns all of her affection, time, and love to cats. Yes I love my cats to bits, but I have also known men, through friendship, through boyfriends, through intimacy, and no I have nothing against men. Oh no, men make life interesting. That's the reason they were sent into the world, to amuse people like me. They were also sent to love people like me, and they do. But I still love cats. And one cat in particular is getting very clever, he'd probably get a degree in the Cat World overnight. He's that clever. So this cat called Tancred has realised that my monitor is a warm place, so warm that just after a minute it is switched on, he makes his way through my clutter and onto the monitor. And there he rests for as long as I do. And it's almost scary, he goes into a sleep so deep that almost nothing wakes him up. And I worry about him, because it becomes a very hot sleepy cat in the process. So I worry he might catch a cold, in the same way mums pile on clothes on their kids for fear of cat-ching a cold. But, out of all the six feline creatures sharing my home, Tancred is the only one who has realised that my monitor serves his purpose as an electric blanket. And he won't even have to pay the Enemalta bill. Now if that isn't clever, I don't know what is? Am I right to be a very pleased doting mum?