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Máire has some friends who are cat lovers, and in their opinion cats are superior to dogs. But I don’t agree. We can be quite clever too. Did you know that one of my ancestors was a war hero? I’ll leave that story for another day…
I got on quite well with Jimmy, the cat in my parents’ home, but apart from the few times he played with me I found him rather superior, haughty and self-centred. He lived very much in his own world, and I don’t deny that he was clever and indeed quite sly. I couldn’t however call him my friend.
I have no such problems here. I heard Máire tell the Boss that I’m the third pet that has come to the house in 35 years. The first one, Báinín the white cat, was apparently an outdoor cat, constantly consorting with the wrong company and he frequently came home with an infestation of fleas. Clearly he mixed with some low life types, and eventually had to wear a flea resistant collar to ward off the pests.
Barney, their next pet, was also a Yorkie like me. He lived here for sixteen years and had a very special place in the household. I got a little sad this morning when I did a quick run in the back garden and saw his grave with the little dog statue marking it. Clearly he has never been forgotten in this house. I hope the Boss and Máire will like me just as much….