I was reading earlier about a partially sighted chap that had been abused in the street by animal rights activists simply because he had a guide dog. My initial reaction like any decent citizen was - you bastards. Then I got to thinking about the dog and the life it must lead. Guide dogs always look so sad to me, they never get to play with other dogs. Is the raison d'etre of a pet to serve/protect/love us etc, should they have to earn their keep or do we expect too much from them? I only ask because for a few days now our cat has been dead to me. I was doing the dishes looking out of the window daydreaming when out of the corner of my eye, you know when you see something? a field mouse had wandered in bold as brass through the open patio door. After getting over the shock and revulsion I managed with great trepidation to position the cat who was lol'ing around, as per, between me and the mouse. It showed no interest in the mouse whatsoever, if anything it showed fear. Only my scream made it return from whence it came, followed by the shutting of the patio door never to be left open again. Now this cat 'Asmo', the other half named him (short for Asmodeus) I'm told it means the destroyer the exterminator, never has a cat been so ill named! well we got him from a rescue centre 2 years ago, one whole side of his face is caved in so he's no doubt been mistreated in the past. He won't even venture out into the garden. Since we've had him I've done nothing but shower him with love and affection but he didn't do the one thing I expect of him - catch mice. No doubt I shall resurrect him from the dead soon but things can never be the same.