capable of anything, the dockside cat.
running the roost over the old area of nine dock
eager to grab the pickings, that hide from
an expectant audience, more likely to see actors
than a furry tailed family, resident by the basin
usual routines the order of the day, watching the drains lining the
road, whilst the humans don’t really
expect to see a furry tailed visitor, mr puddytat keeps watch