‘I am the Cat who walks by herself,
‘And all places are alike to me.
‘When I have done that, and between times,
‘When the moon gets up and night comes…
‘I go out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or the Wet Wild Streets, walking by my wild lone.
‘I am the cat who walks by herself and all places are alike to me…’
My heartfelt thanks to Rudyard Kipling whose “Just So Stories” told by our father in the African night, enchanted our childhood. (Loosely adapted from “The cat that walked by himself”.)