Have you heard that old philosophical saying, "Wherever you go, there you are"? It's so deep. But I would make it even deeper by adding the words "and the cat's probably in it".

Because cats like to be in everything. They invade. They colonise. They occupy. And they don't leave till they're quite, quite bored.

Let me illustrate.

There's a cat in the window (meaning 1). Peering in, desirous of dinner, is Trouble.

There's a cat in the window (meaning 2). Violet is in the window on her way out. (Possibly; given an open window or door, a cat is liable to just park itself and contemplate its next move without any actual direction.) Her owner, Judi, says Violet is "a steel paw in a soft, blue-mink velvet glove" and for a Tonkinese is quite vocal. "Sometimes I think she uses her voice like a sonar to find out where we are... something on the principle of 'if I yell loud enough, someone will answer me, then I'll know where you are'."

There's a cat in the window (meaning 3). Actually IN the window is little Sunshine (make up your own pun). That louvre has to be set at precisely the right angle, and had better not be too shiny. Cute paws.

There's a cat in the suitcase, namely Corrie, who's sure she can't be seen. And there's one in the rubbish bin: Tangle. Note Tangle's expression: "What? Like you don't sit in rubbish bins when you're bored?"

As ever, there's a cat in the box. Alfie is nesting.

And in the shopping bag - Koka cuddles up to the Whiskas sachets because, well, they seem lonely.

The cat in the bookshelf is Uly (prounounced You-lee), who's 13 years old. Handsome Adam is the tabby in the sink.

Would you believe, there's a cat in the microwave shelf? And Nyaya is not moving. Meanwhile, Belle gives us a sunny expression from inside her cat tube. She's a four-year-old Persian.

Corrie again, with friend Eliza. They are the cats in the, uh, cat tube. Enter at your peril.

This is Mito, who loves to take up residence in anything he fits in - in this case, a bucket. Mito shares a house with his mischievous dad and uncle plus human staff.

There's another cat in the bucket: Paris holds a meaningful dialogue with a rubby ducky.

There's a cat in the basket (1) - it's good old Greg.

There's a cat in the basket (2), and it's a tight fit for Petal.

Yes, there's a cat in the watermelon. Misty tastes the sweet dewy goodness.

Sammy is the cat in the kitchen, attempting to enter the salad spinner.

This is Jock, the cat in the vase.

In the bathroom: that stream of water is trying to get away from Grimmy but it has no chance.

There's a cat in the stream: Inle, who you may remember flat-eared from last Friday's blog post.

You're kidding, in the lawnmower? The camera doesn't lie, and it's telling a tale on Bob.

There's a cat in the shade, in a swimwear bag set out to dry. His name is Cheshire, and he's a handsome beast.

There's a cat in the - is it house piles? A rustic torture device? Whatever it is, Cloud's Maine Coon tail is right in there. And there's a cat in the piano - it's Paris again.

And finally, there's a cat in your sewing gear, dazzled by those loops of moving yarn. Lilly is cute company but she had better look and not touch.

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