I got into a Twitter spat with a chap who is more into the organised religion than myself.
A Muslim writer colleague (Yusuf Toropov) said that he would be praying for a mutual writer (Paul Kater) scheduled to undergo a big but routine operation requiring general anaesthetic. (Routine for the medical establishment, but perhaps a first for Paul.) I told Yusuf to have his seance on his own time. His response – “In our circles, in our circles…” – jokingly suggested the beginnings of necromantic shenanigans.
But then the cat looked at me to get my attention, and cleared his little throat and declared:
But I need advice on what to do next!
What I’d like to know is:
Should I contact a pet psychologist to have the cat sorted out, or a feline neuroscientist?