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Married to Night Train
- Location
- Salford, UK
We had one who lived indoors in the winter, up in my sister's bedroom. She learned the household routine, and knew that when Mum turned the kitchen light off last thing at night, she was about to get some salad. The minute the switch downstairs clicked, she started whistling. She also knew the sound of Dad's footsteps coming back from the shops, another food cue.
In the evening we'd let her have the run of the room, literally. She'd gallop round laps of the room, from under one piece of furniture to the next. She was a wonderful character.
After she died, we got another, and she was thick as two short planks. She'd sit in her food bowl and look at you, wondering where her dinner went.
