My keepers have just come back from the Greek Island of Samos. It’s one of the Dodecanese, near Turkey, or Asia Minor as the Greeks prefer to call it. 

What also struck me is the number of people who visited that beautiful place, walking around with faces like my backside.

As for my siblings and I? We had a week in a very nice cattery [see recommended products and services].


JimmySome of you more enlightened people have heard of remote viewing. It’s the ability to see in detail all the features of a distant place, be it a few hundred yards away, or a few thousand miles. Fanciful? Well, the Russians and the Americans have spent millions on several remote viewing projects, and still do. Put the term in your search engines and check it out.

So, guess what I’ve been doing at the cattery? One of the closest islands to Samos, is the sacred island of Catmos.

On Catmos, one of our most famous feline spiritual figures [St. Cattos] discovered the Dish of Revelations nearly 2000 years ago. Thousands of us regularly share ‘the ether’ and imagine the sacred Dish being filled with all sorts of fresh fish, chicken, rabbit etc. you know how it goes.

And, of course, being spiritually replenished as it were, gives me permission to indulge in some trivial nonsense by changing my remote view to those two lazy devils, lying around on Samos.

Aren’t our Greek siblings thin? A few must have modelled me, but the majority have to fend for themselves. They are a major tourist attraction, save for the miserable sods that pull their faces and ignore them when eating out.

Our siblings do get support. Try, or my favourite, PAWS []. They do a lot for dogs, as dogs, as we all know, are not quite in our league, but are all the Great Cat’s creatures.

In Samos, I noticed several nationalities, Finnish, Dutch, German, Swedish, Czech, and English. I would say that 80% of the women, over about 30, all had the same haircut! And here’s me thinking you are individuals.

What also struck me is the number of people who visited that beautiful place, walking around with faces like my backside. What a miserable bunch! The Great Cat only knows what they would look like at home. And on the plane coming back, I watched my keepers sat next to a couple of people who got on the plane a little worse for wear, then drank four double whiskies each. The plane was awash with ‘duty free.’

Isn’t that a wonderful term? Free of duty. Duty to be sober, duty to ensure our fellow creatures’ air isn’t full of carcinogens. So, freedom from it…

If we all want a better world, then [M’catma Gandhi again I’m afraid], then shouldn’t we all set an example? If I’m honest, the true meaning of St. Cattos was not to seduce us catties with a permanently full dish of food, but to convince us that we live in an abundant world.

We don’t need to elbow each other aside to eat, to live and to prosper. Since we came back from the cattery, I’ve hardly hissed at Harry.

No-one expects you all to become St. Cattos overnight, free from vices and baggage.

I’ve been remote viewing a few other Greek islands, and [he hasn’t a clue what I’m doing] then I make my observations ‘available’ to my male keeper. And before I muscled into their lives, I ‘sent’ them to Catmos a few years ago [time is all relative]. I’ve ‘sent’ them to Santorini, Paros, Naxos, Lesbos. Cats are all over these islands, needless to say.

Their next ‘choice’ of islands I haven’t decided yet.

And the point is to spread peace and light, one dish at a time.

Jimmy September 2007.

© Jack Stewart MSc

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure