Of cats, dogs and farmers

The subject of today’s rant / reasoned analysis (delete as applicable) is our canine friends and wives. Yesterday in spite of my protestations Elenwe and the boys sallied forth to Loughgall. There they acquired (with my hard earned cash) a dog.
Now we had dogs when I was a child. I am not fundamentally opposed to such creatures. I am, however, much more fond of cats (we have two); I thought I had converted Elenwe to cats but clearly I have failed.

I think the world can possibly be divided into four groups: dog people, non-animal people, people into odd animals (snakes and the like) and cat people. I fall firmly into the last category. Cats are just excellent: they sleep for most of the day, are only really interested in their owners for food and are quite happy to eat you when you are dead. I regard all of these as quite admirable tendencies in an animal (though possibly not in say, my wife).

An even bigger problem is that this beast we have acquired is a pedigree. As such it was really expensive. I could have coped more easily with a free to good home mongrel. Admittedly the alleged reason for a pedigree was to allow us to later get a female one (I am too well brought up to use one of the B words to describe a female dog) as well and then breed them. Clearly in Elenwe the farmer-ish streak of breeding things has struck back. It just shows you can take the girl out of the farm but you cannot take the farmer out of the girl.

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