This weekend

South of Edmonton I might visit a guy I shared a basement suite with in Calgary in 1973. I'd never had a cat but he had two, a pair of tabbies. Mateus, one was called. That's about all you need to know about the winter of '73. We played with the cats all day, a chunk of tinfoil tied to a string. Whenever I see a tabbie now I  hail it. I should admit that whenever the subject of cat comes up in conversation, often in a classroom, I point out how stupid cats are. You should hear the stink that remark provokes! I should probably put it another way, but honestly!