As I think I've probably mentioned elsewhere previously, it's interesting how often I discover that artistic friends are more inclined to have a pet cat or just like cats than non-arty friends. I have always adored cats, can't imagine my life without actually owning one or two, and I make a bee-line for them wherever I see one.
I remember having to recite a poem as part of my drama lesson when I was about 12 - normally I wasn't that interested in reciting poetry, but this one involved cats and made me smile, so I thought I'd bring back those memories and try and get some photos to accompany it. I'm sure all cat owners will agree it's certainly true!
Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.
Written by Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)
To prove my point, here's a selection of my cats sleeping in various places:
This is Oscar sleeping in one of his "proper" areas - a specifically bought cat shelf!
Here are two sleeping beauties on the decking a few years ago.
This is our previous Birman, Thelma, sleeping underneath our old scanner.
Oscar's favourite place at Christmas!
Oscar when he was 17 weeks old, curled up on top of a tool box....
Mavis deciding our curled up washing line makes a good bed!
Oscar, on the other hand, prefers the dirty wash basket!
This, however, is his usual position every evening, on Keith's lap.
Aren't cats just ace?