One day one bored, crazy monk living in a monastery in Burma rounded up all the local cats and started making them jump through hoops. Word spread and boat loads of tourists started to arrive to witness the spectacle.
I was looking forward to visiting Nga Hpe Chaung, better known as the Jumping Cat Monastery. My imagination had got way ahead of itself long before our small boat moored outside the monastery. I pictured cats jumping through fiery hoops while juggling smaller cats. There would be small specially designed motorbikes, latex costumes, crocodile pits, applause and extravaganza.
Back on Earth, the cats have given up with the jumping thing and this place should be named Cats Just Laying About the Place Being Poked and Prodded by Asian Tourists Monastery.
Oh for fucks sake, they’re just cats. My earwig amateur dramatic society is way better.