By Cath Bore
When Katrina’s Cat Circus comes to town there is uproar, locals brandishing placards, demanding rights for the animals.
‘It’s not what you think,’ Katrina says. ‘My circus isn’t for humans, but felines.’
On opening night, townspeople find the big top garnished with giant catnip, dancing laser pointers and thick trails of tuna. Everyone laughs, embarrassed, feeling stupid and obliged to stay, wishing they’d brought their own pets along for a treat. When guards are down Katrina releases her tigers, teeth as big as tusks and shiny with saliva, into the circus put on just for them.