On Monday morning, we got up quite early and we went to swim before breakfast. on the way back, Montmorency behaved very stupidly.
The only thing that Montmorency and i disagree about is cats. Montmorency does not.
When i meet a cat, i say hello to it. Then i bend down and i stroke it gently, behind the ears and along the side of its head. The cat likes this. It puts its tail up and it pushes itself against my legs. And there is love and peace. When Montmorency meets a cat, everybody knows about it, and a lot of bad words are used.
I do not really blame Motmorency (usually i just hit him,or throw stones at him), because dogs are like that. They hate cats. But that morning, Montmorency wished that he had not argued with a cat.
As we were coming back from the river, a cat ran out from one of the houses, and it began to walk across the road. Montmorency saw the cat, gave a shout of real happiness, and ran after it.
It was a big, black cat. I have seen a bigger cat. It had lost half its tail and one of its ears, but it looked calm and happy