In the immortal words of John McEnroe, “You cannot be serious, man?”
If anyone takes being wolf-whistled at offensively then maybe they should just lighten up a bit.
And before you all go off on one, yes I know sexual assault and harassment are very serious offences and should be dealt with accordingly, I get that. But a wolf-whistle?
If that’s the case, then surely if women yell obscenities at men across the street about getting their kit off, that should be treated in the same vein?
Wolf-whistling has been the playful banter, and I use the word banter loosely here, of building sites for years. It’s harmless fun. And as long as it stays that way why should it matter.
Now, in all seriousness I am not a dog and do not respond to a whistle (I’m a cat, I will take a message and get back to you 😉 ), but I like being wolf-whistled at.
I don’t take it seriously and 9 times out of 10 they will pretty much wolf-whistle anyone – I mean they must if they whistle at me, right? 😉
But getting a wolf-whistle makes me feel a bit zingier – maybe it’s just that little bit of attention. God! that makes me sound so needy, I’m not but everyone needs a little attention sometimes to feel alive – it’s like that little jump your heart does when you get a text from someone you like. Nothing horrible, just lovely and quite nice actually.
This poem by Walter de la Mere (1873-1958) is one of my favourites from when I was a little girl.
In Hans’ old Mill his three black cats
Watch the bins for the thieving rats.
Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,
Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:
Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where
The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,
Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.
Then down they pounce, now in, now out,
At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;
While lean old Hans he snores away
Till peep of light at break of day;
Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,
Out come his cats all grey with meal–
Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.
I was in the kitchen yesterday evening, and suddenly heard a flurry of bird song.
Naturally, I assumed it was a few of the seemingly several thousand sparrows that have inhabited the garden, taking the earl evening bath in the pond’s waterfall!
So, I cautiously peeked through the blinds into the back garden and what did I espy?
Nothing less than the sight of a grey cat running along the fence, hotly pursued by 2 very cross blackbirds. Obviously, the naughty kitty had disturbed their nest.
Not content with chasing him off the fence, they pursued him into the next-door neighbour’s garden and continued squawking from the safe confines of the tree.
It amused me for the rest of the evening 😉
On another ‘bird’ point – we have a blackbird that must be severely stressed out, as its feathers are turning grey!
He literally has a grey stripe across his chest.
What does one call a blackbird who’s gone grey? A greybird?
Now there are lots of people in this big world of ours: men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, the list is endless.
But, basically all people can be split into 2 categories. You are either a cat-lover, or a dog-lover.
There are pros and cons for both animals. Here are my top 3 for both categories:
- You have to go out for walks in all weathers at least twice a day
- You have to pick up their poo in a bag and carry it to the nearest receptacle – if you do not, then shame on you
- Whining and barking at anything that moves
- They cover up their own mess – albeit in the middle of your flower bed!
- Soft and cuddly
- Quiet (except when they are tormenting some creature they have bought you as a present!)
- Tendency to scratch furniture and/or you
- Independent – they will not come to heel, they will take a message and get back to you when it suits
- You need a suitable disposal method for all forms of wildlife, dead or alive, they bring into the house – and not be squeamish
I, for the record, am a cat person. It’s not that I dislike dogs, I was attacked by one when I was little so am a tad wary of big dogs. Some of my friends have dogs and they are just the soppiest things going! And I must be softening as I have promised SC that when we have our own place we can have 2 cats and a dog!!
So, what type are you?