"What are fun places to see cats?" - My place is as good as any, you'd have a wondeful time hanging out with my eccentric lads, Drosselmeyer and Beasley. They are not lawyers, as their names suggest, though I would not put that ignoble occupation beyond them in the future. No point in me cat whispering, Drosselmeyer is hard of hearing and Beasley has absolutely no time for it. They enjoy the usual cat things: tying each other up with string, chasing shoelaces and balls, hiding my wife's underwear amongst tea towels and inside pillow cases, playing Mouse Trap, placing nibbles in my flowing locks when I am taking my own catnap.
Drosselmeyer is a Siberian who has a fondness for beef stroganoff, Beasley a British Longhair with a weakness for steak and kidney pudding (it has to be suet pastry or else). Their greatest joy in life is musicals, including movie versions of Les Misérables and Oliver. Drosselmeyer goes as far as to say that Butch's portrayal of the scamp Bullseye in Oliver was understated genius and Oscar worthy, and Drosselmeyer should know (one of his great ancestors used to purr on Lee Strasberg's lap as he taught De Niro et al.).
Strangely enough, neither of my furry companions like 'Cats', finding it unrealistic and over the top. The same can be said for most of Lloyd Webber's overrated work, according to Beasley, who holds a particular dislike for Rum Tum Tugger. "A show-off and a really annoying prat", Beasley calls him. Their favourite song, "Bless Your Beautiful Hide," is belted out in unison whenever Miss Amanpour struts by our front window - she's the neighbour's minx of a Persian.