I realise now that when I’m allowed into this room where there is soft furniture, carpets and bookcases I must be on my best behaviour. No chewing at corners, no disappearing under tables that have electric cables behind them. No approaching the fireplace. But I get to sit on the Boss’s lap now and again. He’s very kind really. He doesn’t give me half as many orders as Máire does. She can get quite strict with me, and I’ve now learned that it’s better to humour her. I’ve also learned to stay well away from her precious bookcase, her computer and her camera, though now and again I see this strange barrel of a lens pointing towards me, and I think I’m supposed to look cute. Sometimes I might oblige. But I hear Máire saying that I move too fast. Well, what does she expect? I’m not six months old yet. I bet she wasn’t so quiet and still herself when she was six months old!