"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God." - Unknown

Well this has been a week of National sporting contrasts. To my discerning catty eye, I have reason to compare the French Football Team to the Chartreux (pictured left, and known as the French cat because of its native land, France). While they may be sturdy, muscular, and statuesque  they are also completely mute; they purr, but cannot meow. Pedigree they (the Team, the Chartreux) may be, but utterly gutless and completely useless!!!! Excepted from this is Monsieur Mahut, who through his tenacious tennis (win or lose), could teach the French Football team a thing or two about pride and purpose.

Now I have nothing against pedigree - but when it comes to a battle of wits and guile there is nothing to compare to the Heinz-57-variety Moggy. I may not have provenance, but my female owner and I have a daily battle of wills which I always win; she puts me out after breakfast, and I spend the rest of the day trying to get back into the house by sitting at the kitchen window and using a variety of "cute-wide-eyed-doleful-expressions-coupled-with-pawing-pitifully-at-the-window-pane-and-mewing-like-a-frightened-kitten" tactics until she relents or is guilted into opening the window by our neighbours who have (like my soft-as-butter-male owner) fallen for my antics. Then at night, when I (like any self-respecting red-blooded-male-cat) want to be out on the "tiles" and she is trying to call me in, she chases me around the Estate where we live, while I keep just out of collar/scruff-grabbing range until I get weary and demand to be carried "Royally" back to our abode.

I am tenacious and relentless - there is a reason that there are 3 of my lion "kin" as symbols of England's pride. It has been said that "In the beginning, God created man, but seeing him so feeble, He gave him the cat". QED.