Cats are very interesting things. They excite me. And I’m starting to work out that one of them gets me in trouble.

We have three cats in my house, but I never see one of them. Another is so old that when I go up to greet him - in my garden, mind you - he simply hisses. This is remarkable work, as he doesn’t have any teeth he’s so old - so how he makes that noise is beyond me. I bark and jump around him a little, but it soon gets boring.

On the other hand, there’s my buddy, Bert.  Bert is so much fun, I can’t believe my luck when he comes around the house to play with me. He does this about four or five times a day, just arriving in my garden. He comes up and sweeps around me, and then we’re off. If he can’t find me (admittedly, I’m often sleeping) he will meow for me until I wake up and pay attention. When we play, he jumps on me, I jump on him, do a lot of barking (which apparently annoys the Pack-Family, but what’s a dog to do, yeah?) Until I nip him too hard, and then he gets a wild look in his eye.

What I can’t work out is why, despite his look of pure craziness, does he come back, and back and back to play some more with me? Not that I’m complaining or anything. There’s apparently a name for that in human-world, something to do with a cockeral and teasing, but in my world, it’s just a little ruff and tumble.

Apart from Bert, cats generally seem a bit of a waste of space. They have very good eats, though. Anytime I do have the chance to nip in and grab some of those gocats they just leave around in their “special” bowls all day long - well, there’s a thousand starving dogs in Africa (literally, I believe) so no use that good grub going to waste also. It’s much more tastey than my boring ol’ kibble, for a start. Okay, so it does bad things to my pooh, and my PackMum is getting annoyed with having to clean that up - but at least I get her to do that. The cats don’t. Huh!  

I get all the attention too. So there, Bert!