I love cats, but we haven't had one in years due to our two daschunds, little terrors that they are. Anyway when we collected our dogs from the kennels after a short vacation, there was a very large cat at the kennels (all of 8 kilograms) looking for a new home. I respectfully begged my wife (as all men have to do, like when you want a new camera) if we could take the cat home. Well, after some considerable plea-bargaining we did take the cat. Several days later we were still stringing off names for it over mealtimes, trying to find the right one. In this "stream of consciousness" we hit on the names of dictators, as this hefty fella of a cat seemed to rule with an iron fist. "Mussolini", I suggested. My wife hesitated. "No, Pussolini", she replied. We both laughed for some time, and then it stuck. It actually rolls off the tonque quite well. And so it is and will be. Anyway the library the other day I came upon this new book propped up in the history section... And I had a silly idea... This was the book.. and this was the idea.... Well, it IS a new life for the cat ! There are days I just need to do silly things! Sorry!