Like Richard Dawkins, I have a problem with calling a child of Muslim parents a “Muslim child,” but for some reason I have no problems with calling a cat from Scotland a “Scottish cat.” Here’s one of them.
Reader Alex, who attended my talk in Glasgow, sent a picture of his moggie Charlie and a brief history of the beast:
Charlie belongs to Kirsty and Alex, and is an 18month old mustachioed cat originally from Penicuik (which comes from the old Brythonic Pen Y Cog, meaning ‘Hill of the Cuckoo’) just outside of Edinburgh, but is currently residing in Glasgow. Like his human servants he is still adapting to the changes in local accent and slang that comes from moving from the East to West Coast of Scotland (even if it is only 52 miles!). He is named after Charlie Chaplin due to his little moustache that he regularly grooms. He is certainly a cheeky chappy.
Charlie enjoys sitting on, and crushing, important pieces of work; sprawling himself on the ground in inconvenient places; biting toes that poke out from under the bed cover; and making lots of noise. He spends most of his time looking cute after being particularly naughty.
Despite best efforts he refuses to read the book ‘Why Evolution is True’ and remains a staunch cat creationist, holding firmly to the belief that human evolution has been guided by cats to best serve the feline species. If he catches you reading such salacious books on evolution, he is liable to sit up on your chest and purr intensely to prevent you from reading.
And a gratuitious blurb: