Declan Lynch: The ins and outs of a life with three dogs and a cat
I would have written as usual last week about the state of the world, except I couldn't get it going. Every time I found that I was getting close to that state of absolute concentration which I need in order to start, and to stay started, I had to get up from my desk and go to another room in order to watch a cat eating its food.
Our cat, name of Cinders, who has been with us since we moved to rural Ireland, is about 12 years old and mostly deaf now, and I believe she has also succumbed to some form of cat craziness, because she seems unable to eat any more unless someone is watching her - that someone being me.
She comes in to me and she stands there glaring at me and whining incessantly until I abandon what I am doing and accompany her to her bowl, in order to observe and perhaps to admire her taking her meals.