TOBERMORY REVISITED


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The cat is the perfect subject for a Saki story. There is something catlike about many of his young protagonists; urbane, poised, a bit smug, and yet underneath it all, a feral streak. So it comes as no surprise that Hector Hugh Munro (1870-1916), better known by his pen name “Saki”, wrote a wonderful cat story. “Tobermory” (1911). Even better, it’s about a cat who was taught to talk.

Talking cats go back a long time in English literary curiosities. But Saki puts his own stamp on this small but rewarding genre of animal tales. A man named Cornelius Appin has managed to teach a cat, Tobermory,to talk. The cat belongs to his friends, the Blemleys, and it is at Mrs. Blemley’s house party that Appin reveals that he has managed to teach Tobermory the power of speech. At first, the party guests are naturally incredulous, but when Sir Wilfred Blemley fetches Tobermory in from a neighboring room, it soon becomes clear to everyone present that Tobermory has indeed learned to talk.

The guests begin asking Tobermory questions; whether he’d like some milk (yes) was it difficult learning human language (he doesn’t deign to answer that one) , and what he thinks of human intelligence. The woman who asks this last question, Mavis, gets more than she bargained for, with Tobermory replying that he overheard the Blemleys discussing Mavis, and Sir Wilfrid described Mavis a a ‘brainless woman’, (his wife agreed, adding that Mavis was so idiotic that she’d agreed to buy a useless old car off Lady Blemley.)

Seeking to change the subject, another guest, Major Barfield, asks Tobermory about his ‘affairs’ with the ‘stable cat’. Tobermory turns the question around, asking the Major how he would like it if Tobermory told everyone about his affairs, implying that Tobermory knows all about the Major’s extramarital dalliances.) Fearing that Tobermory knows all about their lives, and will expose all their darkest secrets, the guests begin to grow nervous. Tobermory goes on to reveal that one of the guests had admitted that she had only come to the Blemleys party for the food, and she found them dull company. Before he can cause any more embarrassment among the guests, Tobermory spies an old adversary of his, the tomcat from the nearby Rectory, outside, and in a flash he vanishes through the open French window.’

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After he’s gone, the Blemleys discuss what to do about Tobermory, that he cannot be kept alive now he’s acquired this new gift of speech – as he’ll reveal everyone’s secret – they resolve to have him destroyed by lacing the food scraps Tobermory eats with some strychnine. However, although Tobermory dies, he meets his end not by ingesting the poison but by being mortally wounded in a fight with his deadly enemy, the big Tom from the Rectory. Cornelius Appin, the man who had taught Tobermory to speak, tries to impart his teachings to an elephant in the Dresden Zoo, but the elephant. evidently not in a hurry to learn about verbs and nouns, lashed out and killed him.

Tobermory is arguably one of the funniest short stories in the English language, partly because it is about exposing the hypocrisy of those upper middle class people whom Saki, in some of his other short stories, deems ‘respectable’ (the adjective is not meant to be taken as a compliment). Everyone is two-faced at the Blemleys’ party, except for Tobermory, who tells the truth. This gives him his power, like the child protagonists in Saki’s other classic stories, The Lumber Room, and Gabriel-Ernest, and Sredni Vashtar. He cuts through the adult world of lies and ‘respectability’ exposing it for the sham it is. For doing so, he has to die, but even here he eludes the deceitful adults’ plan to poison his food. He dies a hero, vanquished but with his dignity and integrity intact.

Critics have analysed ‘Tobermory’ as a satire on various political groups who were active at the time, chiefly the female suffragette movement. But this seems unlikely, or, if it was really his intent, it is barely evident in the story, where male and female guests at the party are exposed for all sorts of social hypocrisies, and political issues are not touched upon. It seems to make more sense to interpret the story as an attack on hypocrisy itself, with Saki firmly siding with the animal, as he always does, (or in some stories with the child character.) First and foremost we shouldn’t forget that the story is delightfully funny, not just because of its fantastical concept of a talking cat, but because it shows ‘civilised’ society (which always uttered with a wry sneer in Saki’s stories) as, fundamentally, something of a sham. It is the still-faintly-feral Tobermory, in his scrap with the Rectory tomcat, who is the real-thing. Even leaning to talk in the manner of the ‘respectable’ adults cannot make him forget this.

THE TOBERMORY CATS


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I have often suspected that if the power of speech were given to the family cat, it would not go well with us. Their cavalier attitude gives it away every time. The problem arises when we realize that they just don’t care what we think. It is important for us to be in command at all times, if not over our husbands, then at least over our cats.

Saki’s famous talking cat, Tobermory disclosed for all time what might happen should that enigmatic creature begin spilling the beans.

In his delightful tale Tobermory, Hector Munro brings his chatty cat Tobermory to life as he tears up an upper class Victorian house party. His truthful disclosures about each of the guests private thoughts are unnerving and frequently embarrassing.

Major Barfield questioned Tobermory; “How about your carryings-on with the tortoise-shell puss up at the stables, eh?”

Everyone recognized the blunder as Tobermory tossed his head and replied frigidly “I imagine you’d find it inconvenient if I were to shift the conversation to your own little affairs.”

The panic which ensued was not confined to the Major.

“Why did I ever come down here?” asked Agnes Resker.

Tobermory immediately accepted the opening.

“Judging by what you said to Mrs. Cornett on the croquet-lawn yesterday, you were out of food. You described the Blemleys as the dullest people to stay with that you knew, but said they were clever enough to employ a first-rate cook; otherwise they’d find it difficult to get any one to come down a second time.”

After an afternoon of similar exchanges, Mrs. Cornett said “Tobermory may be a valuable cat and a great pet; but I’m sure you’ll agree that both he and the stable cat must be done away with without delay.”

I do not wish to spoil the story by giving away more of the plot. I don’t think there is a cat lover who will not be glad they read it.

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Tobermory, Isle of Mull, Scotland

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While I see Saki’s cat as being black, Scottish artist Angus Stewart’s Tobermory cat is of ginger color.

Angus Stewart is the creator of the children’s book Distillery Cats”.

The Distillery Cats” originally lived at the Tobermory Distillery in Tobermory on Mull, Scotland. The two ginger cats were named Tobermory and Ledaig after two whiskies produced at the Tobermory Distillery. The cat named Tobermory remained at the distillery, Ledaig later moved to Browns Hardware Shop. A third ginger cat known as the Mishnish Cat lived at the Mishnish Hotel. Together these three similar cats became a single fictional cat character named Tobermory Cat created by Angus Stewart in a Facebook page. He later published a book, Tobermory Cat subtitled famous for being famous. It explores the nature of the ciontruct of celebrity through a fictional cat who is simply “famous for being famous.”

BE PRESENT WHERE YOU ARE


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I heard Bill Cinton interviewed the other day, and he made the statement “Be present where you are”.  When I was young I was accustomed to be where I was, because actually there was no place else to be.   Adults talked, you listened.  Often you learned information which you could use much like Saki’s cat, Tobermory did to disrupt the status quo if you were of a mischievous bent.

Today’s people, through the creations of Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and others, have made it possible to sit for hours within sight of other family or friends and not utter a word.  The ubiquitous cell phone, tiny though it is, has destroyed conversation as we learned it.  I expect to see arthritic old fingers made somewhat flexible by the constant movement engendered by texting still sending silent messages well into their 80’s.

I spoke to a group of women in their 70’s and 80’s some time ago, none of which had nerve enough to use a computer, but all of whom had cell phones, and most of them opted to use texting a a means of communication.  Amazing.  I felt out of touch because I genuinely like to “be present”.  Who knows what delightful things might come to your attention by simply listening.

I shudder to think of a young couple sitting side by side cell phones in hand, just as the young man decides to “pop the question”!

I don’t know about you, but I like to look at the person I’m talking to, and honestly engage in what he is trying to tell me.   Be present where you are.

You can make more of everything but time.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

DOG OR CAT?


It is a fairly well accepted fact that we anthropomorphize our pets far too often.  So, as a silly reversal of roles, how would you characterize yourself?  Cat or dog?  Both animals have admirable qualities, so to claim to be one or the other will not denigrate you.

Either specie of course has its moments of both acrimony and devotion just as we humans do.  The dog of course, at his best is described ad infinitum as loyal, trustworthy, helpful, obedient, etc., while the cat fairly or unfairly, takes the rap for being independent, arrogant, sneaky, and choosy, these extremes of behavior  are not necessarily bad qualities.

The dog can be taught to bring you your slippers, paper, or a toy.  With some effort on your part he can be taught to ring a bell to exit the house, or retreive the mail, or any number of simple chores and tricks.  The cat, on the other hand chooses not to do any of the above.

Does this show a more advanced brain power, or a perversity of character?  The cat is obviously exercising his power of choice.

If you have chosen to emulate the dog, does this mean that you have no mind of your own, only languishing until your orders come through?  If you have chosen to be the cat, this does not unquestionably categarize you as  an independent thinker.  There are no ordinary cats or dogs.  Ask anyone who lives with either.

If I were a cat, I would choose to be Saki’s cat Tobermory, blatently blowing the whistle on  all the rule-breakers;  and delightedly gloating at the reactions of all the people I have offended.   Or I would be like Judge Judy, who invariably pinions the wrongdoers with a few sharp insights.  My attitude would be “if you get yourself into trouble, you have to get yourself out”.

On the other hand, if I were a dog, I would be a guide dog for the blind, who, like Palinurus, would guide and protect those in my charge.

So, take your choice—–dog or cat??