When I was a young boy, we lived in a small, country village and there was a big garden and then a field behind our house. So, we had cats, working cats who regimented the rodent population, policed the bird raids on the garden and sat about, ready to purr and ease some tension. Now,…Read more My Cat Friends
A full moon swung in the air like a bare bulb in a dingy pub toilet. The path was wet and slimy from that evening’s summer downpour, slippy from the sodden daily grime of a country town’s streets, chip grease, spilt beer, puke and chewing gum. We trudged along purposefully and, it must be said, tipsily.