It all started so long ago when I was just a baby. I loved cats, I loved to draw and I was given my Smith puppet.
My real live cat was called Smith. I guess he was Black Smith coz he was black.
He had a short and magical life, it must have been his ninth life because he did not come back as a flesh and blood cat, he came back as a hand puppet who is still with me.
I have always loved the spirits which inhabit toys and dolls. I am not sure what part of my brain would light up in neuro imaging when I am communing with these spirits but I don't think Richard Dawkins would be too keen on my manifestations.