Mrs Monk befriended a cat that is the doppelganger of Cat Flap Charlie, even allowing for the gender of the beast, allegedly female.
We were here, in Florida, at the Pas a Grille Keystone Motel, some years ago and the same cat we met then is still here, found rolling on the sun blest footpath in front of the ever changing succession of tourists, not all of whom would be at all capable of bending down to stroke the cat, even if they had the desire to do so.
We dutifully made a fuss of the cat, and told holiday-home neighbour Duncan about the similarity of this animal, to Cat Flap Charlie, 4000 miles away back home. Duncan said we should have it shot for sport.
Dour Duncan is from Scotland.
We told him that the cat had been placed in the laundry alongside our bedroom and cried throughout the night. This was no feline meow, this was an anxious tortured cry that kept us awake.
Duncan saw this as a nuisance caused by the cat and we saw this as a nuisance caused by the person that locked up the cat and left him where no one but us would be disturbed by the noise that he made.
Duncan is a touch misanthropic, but now we suspected that he also had it in for the animal kingdom.
In fact both Monks loved his cynicism even when directed at us. On holiday he likes to make cryptic observations of passers by, and has a fascination with existential crime pulp fiction, so he cant be so bad. We suspect that in his other world, he may well be a pussycat.