Boofleboy

We are impaled upon the pointy horns of a dilemna. Rastaban has grown to be the most beautiful Brown Burmese. The little lad is like a model of the breed standard. But we cannot keep him as a stud, because we do not have the space or resource to house him as a stud cat. I confidently predict that he will win his class at the North West CC Show on Saturday, so what are we to do? The idea of neutering the lad appalls me. I have not seen a brown Burmese boy so good in all the shows I have attended. I think, if he wins his class, we shall have to consult the oracle.

Politics and Reason

I have largely avoided political proselytisation on this Blog, because I feel that we can all find something in cats and philosophy and chess, or some combination thereof; but today Mr Blair achieved a degree of publicised hippocracy whih I found quite breathtaking. In his Labour party conference speech he ridiculed David Cameron for assigning the drafting of a bill of rights to a team of lawyers. Yes, Tiny, ha bloody ha, and what professional qualification do you have... erm.. ohhh.. a barrister? .. and letterbox face?... another lawyer?... and Harriet Harman... let me guess..? Do you begin to get the picture?

Back to Reality

Two weeks of civilization in the Perigord, and back to the norm. I cannot believe how rude is the society in which I must struggle to survive, nor how easily satisfied are my peers. The problem is not that there are no answers.. nobody is even asking the questions.