The Cat in the……Supermarket
I love my local supermarket. Actually we have several local supermarkets in our neighbourhood. They seemed to have multiplied in the last couple of years and now we have at least 6 small-ish supermarkets plus one huge shopping centre (mall, commercial centre, whatever you want to call it) all within walking distance from home (max. 15 minutes by foot to any of them).
All our local small supermarkets are quite cheap. However they don’t have a great range of most things, the fruit and vegies sometimes leave a lot to be desired, and sometimes the aisles are so full of boxes of stuff being unpacked you simply can’t get to everything you need.
You can’t expect everything in life to be perfect I guess.
But, one of our local supermarkets is my favourite. For one reason, and one reason only.
Now, if you know me, you’ll know that I’m not a cat person. I would even go so far as to say that I dislike them.
I don’t like the way they assume that you exist solely for them. The way they insist on jumping up on to your lap when you’re a visitor in their owner’s house. Even though they know that you don’t like them. How they demand attention when they want it, and walk away from you, tail in the air, when they don’t.
Cats are evil
Cats are evil. I can’t prove it, but I believe it (please, no hate letters from cat lovers. I don’t hurt them, I just don’t like them).
And I hated that phase some years ago when everybody was sending cat pictures to everybody else by email, and putting cat pictures on social networks because they’re so CUTE. Blaghhhhh.
My real friends knew not to send me cat pictures.
So, why do I like this cat so much that I even take photos of him in the supermarket?
Because he’s the coolest cat I know. He LIVES IN A SUPERMARKET!!
He charms old ladies into opening packets of cat food so he can eat. Right there on the shelf!
He can be found in various places in the building, wherever it’s comfortable.
He even knows where the butcher is, and hangs around there in case the butcher decides to be generous. Although I don’t know if this has ever happened.
This cat doesn’t insist on being caressed. He’s very aloof. He doesn’t bother you by pushing himself into your legs, leaving a trail of cat fur on your best black work pants. This cat has manners.
He’s one cool cat.
Do you know any cool cats? Tell me all about them in the comments below! Send me a photo of your cool cat email@example.com and I’ll put it right here.