Cats are clever - Like the Chamber of Commerce!

I’m hopelessly out of condition I think - well let’s call a spade a spade fat!

I’m in Alf country Michael tackling one of the offsprings bushes with a brush cutter. It soon becomes clear that my days of swaggering around river banks on the old Rivers and Bridges when my build was shall we say ‘lithe’ are a distant memory. To much time spent ‘putting the world to rights’ in the tavern..hmm!

I persevere however and one of the advantages of access to Facebook being disrupted as it was yesterday, is you find there’s a whole different world out there of jobs to be done. Yesterday it was the patio and drive today it's the biggie ‘the bush!

While I grunt and huff and puff and cope with the really awkward bit - bending over to gather the curttings - the cat sits looking on patiently at a safe distance. It knows the arrival of a ‘person’ at a strange time may mean food so it sits quietly fixing me with the equivalent of a cat ‘feed me’ smile. Eventually I succumb - cats are clever.

I suddenly think there is a parallel between the domestic cat and the Chamber of Commerce. After all the Chamber sit around smiling at the government and eventually the government stumps up - with our money.

My rural idyll is shattered now I’m thinking of the Chamber that self serving shower based in Athol Street. I attack the bush mercilessly and soon its reduced to stump. Would that real life were that simple.

Footnote: I like cats I don’t like the Chamber!

Bernard Moffatt