In the pantheon of moth-eaten feline puppet presenters in baseball caps, DJ Kat reigns supreme. His TV showcase, regarded by many as the finest programme Endemol ever produced, was a surprisingly long running Saturday morning effort for the late, lamented Sky Channel. Early doors satellite programming in excelsis (and, as such, the template for all 21st century children’s TV wherever it may be), it consisted of the usual ’80s cartoon capers (Jem, Journey to the Centre of the Earth, that sort of hand-me-down tackle) linked by Kat’s Netto Roland Rat banter with The Lovely Linda (and, latterly, Rod Hull’s daughter). Inevitably, Mr Kat contributed what the youngsters call a ‘rap’ for the theme tune. ‘This is the DJ Kat Show!/Who am I? DJ Kat!/I’m a star on the screen and a rapping machine/So what do you think about that?’ Cough.