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April 22 2009 6:57 AM

The Idle Parent

Let animals do your work for you.

Excerpted from The Idle Parent © 2009 Penguin Books. Previously, Tom Hodgkinson discussed complaining about your kids  and why you should just stay at home with your kids.

We never had a cat or a dog when I was growing up. We had a free-range gerbil called Kevin, who lived behind the kitchen units and whose short but exciting life came to an end when my father trod on him. "He ran under my foot" was how my dad put it.

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So when we moved to our scruffy farmhouse I at last had the freedom to get some proper animals involved in our lives. The first additions were Milly and Mandy, two tortoiseshell cats, now aged 5. These two sisters have suffered an enormous amount of abuse from our children over the years. They have been hurled from a first-floor window. They have had their tails cruelly pulled. Milly on one occasion was suspended in midair by her tail. They have been squashed, sat on, chased. But what is wonderful is how little they have retaliated. Animals seem to sense when their attacker is a mere child and is not posing a serious threat, so they don't scratch or bite. Only once or twice have the cats given the children a little warning snap of the teeth, when they have been pushed beyond endurance. Indeed, I have often found myself willing the animals to make a more decisive attack, in order to end the teasing and teach the children a lesson.

It's true, though, that the cats produce some pretty dreadful smells. Finding sloppy cat turds under my desk in the morning is not a pleasant way to start the day. And sometimes we simply cannot find the source of the stink. I have been known to ascend into apocalyptic rages when discovering cat messes around the house. "They're coming into have a shit!" I scream. We throw them out at every opportunity, with the result that they mew piteously at my study window in the morning until I take pity on them and let them in, whereupon they pad slowly across the floor and settle themselves in front of the fire for a daylong snooze.

So the cats certainly have their downsides. But they have many good qualities. The first is their talent for hunting. We've not seen a mouse or rat in the house since the day they arrived. They catch other things, too, of course. Many dead robins have been left on the front doormat. And decapitated frogs. They also torture and kill lizards. We once found a dead long-eared bat in a barn, and countless shrews have been eaten or killed and abandoned. Once I spotted Mandy beneath the car eating a wild bunny. When we drove off, there was nothing left of the creature but a fluffy white tail. But where the cats have really helped us has been with the children. Delilah in particular loves them very much. She takes Milly to bed and carries her around with her like a living doll. Delilah has a sentimental streak, and she says of herself: "I care for all animals. Not just nice ones. Even rats." She cried when I showed her a rat that I had killed with my air rifle.

There is a lot of love between Delilah and the cats, and it's a joy to witness. It goes without saying that children enjoy looking after animals, feeding them, giving them water, and stroking them. And the cats provide much amusement; the children particularly like to watch the cats play and hunt. Dusk seems to be the time when they come out to frolic, and they dash at amazing speeds across the yard and silently leap up trees with great agility and grace. Finally, on the subject of cats, I would add that they are very beautiful creatures to have around the house. Our two are like moving cushions and arrange themselves in the most amazing shapes on sofas and chairs.

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