For years, I was a dog person, loved the games and the walking and all the companionship. After our last dog died about ten years ago, we agreed not to get another, as we wanted to be able to go on holiday and have a lie in occasionally! About a year ago, my husband persuaded me to look at cats, and I was really sold on the whole 'they are clean, they are classy, they don't scavenge, they are no trouble' LIES that he told me! Hence the two rescue cats which appeared in October. And which is why I came into the kitchen this morning to find one of them eating baked beans out of the saucepan on the stove.