Cat Rodeo, Uno Coming from a working-class family, there was a time when to make a few pennies I would stack bottles and sweep the yard at the rear of the local Golf Club. If that sounds like fun, I assure you it wasn't for I also had to clean out furnace and by the time the work was finished, there wasn't much difference between my appearance. than that of a Chimney Sweep. 

At the behest of my mother who worked at the club, I was given the job ahead of a more willing and capable bunch of likely lads. Over time, it became my parent's social hub, where they would sit, smoke and chat, and drink for hours, on end, with the Club Secretary and its wealthy members. I doubt they ever bought a drink; the astute old Secretary was in charge of the funds. 

The club was located on the edge of the suburbs and merged beautifully with the surrounding countryside, and as you might imagine this sort of place would have its share of vermin, something I knew for a fact, having dealt with some pretty scary rats, whilst cleaning up the yard. The biggest deterrent available was the Stewards enormous cat, who roamed feral on the course, she had long flowing, ginger and white fur, too many she was the beautiful most beautiful cat they'd seen. Among her fans, were my parents who simply adored her and pampered her at every opportunity. At times it seemed to me that they treated her better than us kids, but then she never moaned or argued back and asked for pocket money.