Fat Cats

There are some terrific cartoonists in the newspapers the old Carer reads online. My favourite is Martin Rowson. My one complaint is that he represents those banker-types, who caused the financial meltdown and even as we speak are still raking in the cash, as ‘Fat Cats’. Now, I don’t know where this slander came from but it is definitely racist towards cat persons. For one, I would never be seen dead, My Dear, in one of those pin-stripey suits; I SO prefer my elegant ‘tux’. And I am not partial to cigars – although the young Carer who is distinctly un-English, occasionally manages to get hold of some tasty Cohibas. In fact, I used to indulge in passive smoking as the old Carer couldn’t write a paragraph without a cigarette, but now I just have to suffer neurotic writer’s block. Nor, might I add, have we cats ever stolen from anyone (except of course that thieving kitten of Neighbour John’s – and he probably put him up to it like that Fagin character in Dicken’s novel. Can you imagine – a Human directing the criminal activities of all the stray cat persons in the neighbourhood!)