Cat Street is not actually called Cat Street (or Cat Alley as some might say) it is McElhone Place. But this is an ugly name, so locals prefer ‘Cat Street’.
On Cat Street people line their houses with pot plants, creating a sort of green passage through which cats can prowl, clean themselves and do other cat-like things. On Cat Street there are loads of cats. Ginger, tabbies, tortoise shell, black and white – all colours of cats. They laze on the warm bitumen and weave through the pot plants. They swat each other and meow for milk. There sure are a lot of cats.**We suppose this is not the kind of place you might STRAY unless you’re in the area. But if you happen to be close, and God knows many of us frequently are (the Cricks is right around the corner yo) then stop bai and sai hai.








