Madam, – What a pleasure to read Frank McNally’s Irishman’s Diary (May 5th) regarding his cat and the rat. No Osama bin Laden, economy, or beatification moans.
I had the best-fed cat for 15 years. Every morning for a whole winter he left me a dead rat at my back door. Each night he travelled half a mile to get his prey from the River Dodder area. Never once did he eat his trophy, but looked at me with pride as if to say, “I’ve done a good job”. Perhaps Frank McNally’s cat couldn’t be bothered with the token being offered him as she wasn’t getting the thrill of the chase.
Next, we need a doggy story from Frank McNally – hopefully as entertaining as the cat one. – Yours, etc,