I had a dog once! It was a cross between some kind of terrier and a sheepdog. I got him from the animal shelter in Colwyn Bay. I was his custodian for about six months before he had to go back after a Farmer threatened to shoot him. He chased cars, he chased sheep, he chased neighbours, he chased me. The name I gave him was Willy! Talk about give a dog a bad name. Calling him in at night was quite a routine. I teased him once and he bit me under the eye and I had to go for an anti-tetanus injection. I was a teenager. I was very upset when he went back. I haven't had the urge to be a dog owner since.
I love Cats however. Cats are far less trouble. I admire their indifference and their haughty personalities. I haven't been a cat's custodian for many years. I have befriended next door's cat in West Wales and feed it and talk to it. It is a good relationship. No attachment, no expectation. In Kairdiff, the Grungetown cats are rough old boys. Rough and tumble alley cats who cross across the walls at night and block the light for a nano-second making you think something dreadful has happened.
Cats are far less common than I remember as a child. They were everywhere then. When you see one now, it's quite an event.
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