These ceramic cats were for sale in a little expensive, arty shop in Honfleur yesterday. This sort of thing doesn’t tempt me and nowadays I always think of it as ‘cat tat’, since Helen Daykin introduced me to the phrase. It’s been a glorious day here in Normandy, full of good food, swimming pools and sunshine.
A lot less bother than having a real one that throws itself under a taxi and then wears a buster collar for weeks on end, shedding bits of skin everywhere…… Rant over.