This fine young tabby cat was enjoying his nap in the sun at Frome Dissenters' Cemetery until I came along. As he was deciding whether to stay or flee (no, I am not that frightening!), I took one quick shot before moving away to look at another part of the cemetery. Sometimes I see several different cats resting and hunting - it must be a nightmare for the poor mice that traverse the paths between the rows of headstones! Once I met a friendly black cat here - the sort often pictured in the company of a Witch. I wonder why they get such bad press, especially when a black cat crossing your path is considered 'good luck'? What do others think of graveyard cats?
I'd imagine graveyards and cats are a natural twosome. All that sun baked stone to lay on, all the mice, the solitude, the hidey holes. Cats are a bit ethereal as beings anyway, I wouldn't be surprised if they don't use graveyards as their portals to the other dimensions they keep sneaking off to!
ReplyDeleteWonderful picture! The cat looks like he knows so much more than we...
ReplyDeletebeautiful shot :)Good question...why do they get a bad press, probably because they have their own head and are too smart to be "controlled" and that makes them scary...heheh
ReplyDeleteseems like they have their pick of nice, flat, warm napping places, with little chance of being disturbed. More peaceful than being a pier cat; I'm always afraid they'll fall in going after the bait!
ReplyDeleteI rather like the idea of graveyard cats! Cats know when people are suffering or sad. They often give comfort when no words are said.
ReplyDeleteI love your photo.
Thanks everyone. I like the watercats idea that the cats use the cemetery as a portal to the other dimensions they keep sneeking off to. Lucky things to be able to do that!
ReplyDeleteLaurie
Actually, I had a unique (and slightly unnerving) experience with a cemetery cat. I was confirming data on gravestones in a more rural cemetery.
ReplyDeleteI had an urge to look to my right, and there sat on the outer edge of the cemetery a black cat, staring at me. I spoke to him, he didn't move or anything, so we both went about our tasks - I moving about the stones, him watching.
He finally became bored of me (as so many do), and walked away. The interesting thing is that the direction he took - going through the cemetery would have been the most practical and shorter route, but he very clearly walked the perimeter. To this day I've not decided if he was showing respect, or if perhaps he was not supposed to enter the cemetery area....