October Origins - Feline groovy

Part of a monthly challenge as suggested by PontyCyclops here.

This is October's entry in my Gwen John calendar. In my opinion, this Pembrokeshire artist is a much better painter than her notorious brother Augustus John. Augustus is probably better known as he was such a colourful character. Nevertheless, Gwen was no shrinking violet - she was a lover of Rodin and was a model for some of his nude sculptures. Still, what I want to talk about today is my deep love of cats.

I am that cliche: the single woman who loves cats. I'll cross the road to say hello to a strange cat. I cannot imagine living without one. And while there is a great deal of truth spoken about the rugged individualism of cats, they can be sweet at times too. My first cat came into my life when I was 10 years old. Jocasta was a tortoiseshell and every week day she would trot out of the woods behind our flats (hanging out with feral toms, no doubt - the minx) and wait for me to return from school. My grandmother, who lived across the road said she did this even on Fridays when I went straight from school to my dad's. Go on, admit it, I've warmed yer cockles with that touching story...

My current mogs, Milo & Mackerel, have hopefully found themselves on this year's census. Just felt they were taking the piss this decade with the amount of info required and thought it would also give later historians something to ponder on.