First, a statement about cats, in general. OK, not in general, but about cats and me. Cat person? Am I a cat person? No, I’ve never owned a cat nor a dog but there are very few dogs in this country. The biggest thing I ever had was a gerbil but she bit me, she bit me bad.
I have taken a few photos of cats outside near historic buildings because this country is nuts about cats. The grocery store has over four times as much cat food on shelves than anything dog-related. My camera is quite visible and it takes time to have it focus and click, so people are more or less out of the picture for living subject matter. This leaves the domain of this blog to mostly felines since generally speaking, people don’t walk their gerbils outside.
So here it is, I surrender, another cat:
A lion ever guarding atop a gate at Royal Victoria Park.
I pass this topiary practically everyday and I came to the conclusion a cat-lover lived there. Today I was proved correct. This thing jump out, and made a run for the road. When my friend and I cornered it back to its house, it hissed at us.
Hey, come on, Halloween is right around the corner.
I was trying to get a good shot of the cemetery within the Cloister square when this cat brushed up against me. I was the only person there and have no idea if it permanently resides in the cloisters.