I had several memorable pets as a child. There was my first cat, Muffin, who startled and fled, never to return, at the sound of one of my dad’s farts. There was the goldfish family I won at a fair, into whose tank my baby cousin tipped an entire tub of fish flakes. I discovered the fish half an hour later, after they had all eaten themselves to death. Occasionally, I get hangovers that make me want to try to do the same thing.
But Conrad, one of my two current cats – he is the pet I’ll never forget.
