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Once Holmes and I moved into an old farmhouse which was home to several cats already, I had a certain realization about my friend and partner. It was difficult not to have such a realization while in the constant company of felines who went about their business with no concern for anyone else’s judgment, and who did what they liked when they liked.
I suppose that until then, I had always thought of Holmes as more similar to a dog, a comparison which still stands in many circumstances. Certainly when he is on the hunt for clues, he resembles nothing more than a hound or retriever, scurrying along with his nose to the ground. And when something catches his interest, he pricks his ears with the enthusiasm of the finest sporting dog.
Yet as I watched him in our new home, and watched the cats beside him, I could not help noticing similarities. The eager pounces upon something which captured their attention, the willingness to simply sit and stare at something compelling, a desire to lounge in the sun.
Presently, Holmes and all the cats had sprawled against my warmth for an afternoon nap. Delighted with their company, I smiled.