Cats of all colours and clans could be found roaming its highlands and lowlands, and it seemed that every village had its very own, special kind of cat. The people of Loch Ba were proud to tell visitors that there was nothing on earth as soft as the woolly cats of Loch Ba. The Staffa boatman swore he’d never heard a sweeter sound than the song of the cats of Staffa. The villagers of Salen boasted that there hadn‘t been a beastie born more sullen than the sulky cats of Salen, and the Fishnish sailors said that there wasn’t a creature alive, alive-o could hook a haddock like the sea-faring cats of Fishnish. The people of Loch Ba, Staffa, Salen and Fishnish were only too delighted to show visitors round their villages and sell them their cat postcards and cat t-shirts and cat soap and cat chocolates. Everyone agreed that cats were a very good thing to bring in the visitors.
