CAT on MATT: 14 September
This week, Eric wonders if dogs dream – before recalling a rather colourful dream of his own
Still, that's the question asked by an article in this week's magazine, and I can't wait to read it – and then swiftly pen an angry letter of complaint.
I had a dream once. I can't remember if I told you about it. I was on the cover of The Lady, looking all groomed and glossy. It sold by the van load. It won awards. I was offered a contract by Whiskas, and that company that makes the litter that doesn't smell when you poop on it. I became rich. A top cat.
But then I woke up. The Man was there, as usual, as was his Kitten, who is now bigger and louder than ever, and the bowl of biscuits that taste slightly of fish. It was all terribly disappointing. And worse still, when I finally ventured into the front room and found a copy of The Lady – I wasn't on it. Someone called The Queen was. I mean, really? When is this magazine going to get its priorities right?
Miaow for now!
Daily tip from the lady archive
“HEAVEN forbid that we should go back to the days when beauty was under suspicion and plain girls were assumed to have angelic natures.”The Lady. With Prejudice. 28th April 1938