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Heh - you're right. And yet he can be very sensitive. He grieved terribly when my mum died, more than Cholmondeley, who was ostensibly closer to her (she would have been astonished!). When I came home on Thursday, he seemed to sense that I needed him not to jump all over me and demand to be walked. He licked the hand that had been stroking Clio and touched me softly with his nose (all of which I'm probably hideously anthropomorphising his being curious because he could probably smell sick cat... no matter). On our walk on Saturday, he was cheerful and attentive - being a steadfast companion on adventures is what Robinson does best :)