In a house where people read the daily newspaper with fervour, the only way to understand the conversations is to be informed about what’s happening in the world. So when the Boss and Máire went out, I took the opportunity to glance a peek at their big broadsheet newspaper. Unfortunately for me however, I’ve been unable to decipher the secrets of the written word. Indeed humans’ spoken words can be quite challenging for me, and I often pretend I’m not listening to their directions. But even if I can’t read a newspaper I have found other uses for it. It makes a fine noise when I tear it. I can rush underneath a large double page spread and pretend I have my very own tent. It has other uses too, but I prefer not to mention them here. It wouldn’t be ladylike….