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Oct. 30th, 2008

One of the finest sights I have seen all year has to be the man I found myself walking alongside last night. White-bearded and clad in (among other things) a red silk robe with a gold flame pattern on the front and some kind of skullcap, he was striding along Millbank using a staff, with a satchel slung around his neck with the handle of something that looked very much like a ceremonial dagger protruding from it (the satchel, not his neck), with a dog at his side on a leash and—to be honest, this is the really impressive part; without it he’d probably have looked as if he was on his way to a Halloween party, at least if he hadn’t been wearing such a severe expression—a black cat on each shoulder. One was draped comfortably while the other sat to attention and occasionally stood and stretched. How the hell do you persuade one cat to sit patiently on your shoulder for the duration of a journey, let alone two? I didn’t like to ask.


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Oct. 30th, 2008 11:40 am (UTC)
Oct. 30th, 2008 11:49 am (UTC)
Seriously? Wow!
Oct. 30th, 2008 12:20 pm (UTC)
If I don't take all my animals out at the same time, they get jealous. But you know, a bit of catnip in the hair, a tuna steak shoulder pad and they're fairly happy.
Oct. 30th, 2008 01:00 pm (UTC)
Anton would do it. Hen: not so much. But wow! Was he the messenger from the end of the world? Was he a wizard? Had you been pulling the wadding out of the House seats and sucking it again?

I bet he went home and said "Darling, I saw a man this evening in Millbank wearing the MOST OUTRAGEOUS TIE."
Oct. 30th, 2008 02:34 pm (UTC)
The lyrics to 'ride a white swan' are not meant to be taken literally.
Oct. 30th, 2008 05:29 pm (UTC)
Two black cats! You should have got a photo.
Oct. 30th, 2008 05:46 pm (UTC)
Had it been daylight I might have tried sneaking a photo, but at night there was no way without flash. And he really didn't look to be in the mood to be asked to pose for one. I remind you of the whole “striding” thing, with particular reference to the “dagger”.

Also, for all I know he had them trained as attack cats. “Saatchi, go for the eyes! Saatchi, you take his liver! We shall use them for the ceremony.”
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