“Are you married? I asked the pretty blonde receptionist at the Leisure Centre.

“No, divorced,” said Sarah, “nowadays I’m a cat-woman – there are five of them – and I’m very happy.”

“Oh no, ” I reproached, “that’s far too many, and they’ll make your house smell.”

“No they don’t – my cats don’t wee inside – and my house doesn’t smell!”

“What about the cat food? That stinks,” I said, remembering the smell of tinned cat food from personal experience.

“Gourmet cat food and disposable plates!” Sarah got me there. (Why didn’t I ever think of that?)

“Well you don’t want to frighten off all the nice men and end up an eccentric old cat-woman,” I suggested.

“I hope no-one would put me in that CATegory,” she laughed.

And well Sarah might laugh for she looks more akin to the Catwoman of film and fantasy than the stereotypical versions of eccentric ladies who love their cats more than people. Besides, what are five cats compared to the sixteen of self-confessed “Cat Lady Hannah Davis” (pictured below)? They do look cute – don’t they?

Catwoman – a fantasy and a reality.

Any room for a man?

He might be here somewhere…