The cat whisperer

Recently I had the interesting experience of being exposed to my boyfriend’s mum’s secret talent.

Before your mind goes wandering, it’s nothing dirty, swingery or enough to give you nightmares. It’s something quite erm… different.

I don’t know whether you know this, but I’m pretty keen on cats. And so is she. So much so, that she has sort-of-gone-and-got-six of them.

But after years of knowing her, I have never realised the depth of the pure spiritual connection that she has with these animals.

She called me outside one muggy afternoon and said, ‘Hey, look at this, Hannah’.

And I did.

She clapped loudly and called out ‘WALKIES’.

Six cats, each one previously amusing themselves in various corners of the house with fake mice, licking themselves in an undignified manner and just plain sleeping, were instantly alert.

One by one they darted from their positions and slowly formed into a distinct line behind her.


She then opened the gate at the bottom of the garden and preceeded to ‘walk them’ around a path, all constantly in this line formation, like the pied piper of felines.

I tell you, I was in awe. My boyfriend was full of pride – which at the time looked a little like embarrassment and humiliation, but I’m sure it was pride.

No matter what I do, I cannot cause this effect with my two cats at home.

The cat whisperer is too talented for the likes of me.

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