Young Moggies

At some point this week, the song YMCA came on the radio, and I started having a little low-key debate with myself about whether the song’s original intent had been to simply extol the virtues of the titular subject or whether there had been a more playful, frivolous, and perhaps borderline ‘naughty’ intent.

What can I tell you? It was a slow day.

Anyway, my mind got to running through the lyrics of the song, in search of clues or evidence which pointed in either direction.

You can get yourself clean.

You can have a good meal.

You can do whatever you feel…

I must have been looking out into the front hall while I was running the lines in my head. The cat was out there, in her furry basket, performing one of her focused paw-on-face ablutions. At her side was her food and water. The door was open slightly in case she fancied a venture-out.

That’s when it struck me. We are the YMCA for the cat. She can come in whenever she wants, she can get herself clean, have a good meal and, generally, do whatever she feels.

Folks, we have become the Young Moggy’s Charitable Association. For one cat, at least.

Which is fine.

I mean… no cat does it all by herself…

 

(For Puddy, who became our friend three years ago this week)