I put Squeaky Cat on the Computer and he Gazes at the Owner. The Owner says she does not want to play. The Moral Dog has played for hours, she says. Now I need to work. It is not me that wants to play, I say, it is Squeaky Cat. […]
Please get off me, says the Owner. I am writing about Oppression in Liberal Societies. The Police are to Deploy Facial Recognition Cameras, which I believe is a Serious Threat to Civil Liberties. But, I say, Surely the Police can be Trusted. There, I have finished it for you. Now […]
Something Amazing has happened to Squeaky Cat. As the New Year dawned he Appeared in Splendour, back to his Original Orange, with both of his ears and all of his tail. Even the piece of his bottom which he unaccountably mislaid last week is restored to him. I am thrilled. […]
Caspar is sad. I find him in the coffee shop sitting in the corner, attached to the Wall by a Gordian Knot. He tells me his Owner has Gone Away and he is being Walked by a Stranger. Is the Stranger nice? I ask. The Stranger is lovely, says Caspar, […]
The Owner says that when it is time to go home then the Moral Dog would go home. He would not sidle round the side of the tennis court and pretend to be deaf. I say I am not pretending to be deaf I am simply postponing my response. She […]
Hergest, a Hound's Philosophy 