The Rubber Cat

A long time ago I caught the last 2 mins of the video below on MTV or something. I did not know what it was and was never sure if I would ever find out or ever see it again. Infact no-one believed me when I told them about it.



Fortunately for me, my luck and my acquired hunting instinct, I was able to track down the song, track down the band and track down the album.

What struck me was not only the great folk rock sense and the total anarchy of the video, it had something to do with a little rubber cat puppet. That very puppet dwells in my mind from when I was very young. I don't know why and I don't know from where he came, but after glimpsing his little face again, I knew I was in love with the Geraldine Fibbers.

Years later I spotted a similar cat. Harry Hill's Stouffer. Hill uses him a lot in his act. Stand Up and TV. Although I'm not quite sure about Stouffer's voice, I do like his lovely dentures and blue tints.



I was able to get my hands on a puppet, which I now known as 'Snaps'. I hope that by keeping up the tradition, others may become mentally scarred and hunt this puppet out like I have.