Saw this whilst meandering through Rochester on Saturday and it made me smile
“Once there was a man who had a deaf cat.
It used to sit in his studio as he wrote.
The cat wasn’t an annoyance or a hindrance.
It was like the other ornaments around his desk.
It was there to calm him, cheer him and inspire him.
Did it work?
The writer’s name was Charles Dickens”
I have no idea if this is a true story but i love the idea of it, him sitting there working away with his cat for company, much like I often do.