Marion Leeper’s marvellous bouquet of memories and Märchen, “The Kitchen Cat”, in which real life was even more fantastic and moving than the fairytales, filled the first half of our evening.
To pay due homage to her skill which had brought us such magic, the club regulars unfolded their own cat/animal tales.
Paul went first, with the little old lady cat-lover and her three wishes, one of which, alas, had already been robbed of its full effect by an earlier veterinary intervention.
Raph’s account of how the contingent can be mistaken for the necessary involved the tying of a cat to a bedpost as a precondition for successful yogic meditation, a technique faithfully followed by all the guru’s pupils and sanctified by tradition.
Maddie found, in the jealousy of the Rat for the Cat’s drum-playing prowess, and an unfortunate accident, the source of the calming purr which we all like to elicit.
Nicole told us how the Great Native American Hunter plugged the prime orifice of the Super-Skunk and reduced it from The Waster of Prairies and Destroyer of Woodlands to its present size and relatively moderate degree of noxiousness, so that it only smells like an onion cooked with an old sock in ammonia gravy.
Ian updated The Twelve Hunters from Grimm, with Prosecco, and women’s magazines, and boxes of chocolates.
Dan told a favourite story of his, and ours, and his kids in school: The Mouse’s Husband.
Mike closed with a Christmas story (at second-hand) from Taffy Thomas: Why The Cat Is Always Cleaning Itself… and so a delightful evening came to an end.
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