I have befriended – or been befriended by – a rotund black cat called Freud. He lives downstairs with our neighbour. But his name doesn’t suit him at all.
He’s not in the least judgemental or obsessed with sex or fixated on his mother. He’s warm and unashamedly affectionate, purrs like a train and is good at keeping his claws sheathed when he’s on a lap with bare legs.
Plus, his bipedal primate pet has a great library of books, CDs and DVDs.