REGARDING the correspondence on dogs’ names (Letters, August 29, 30, 31 and September 1 & 2), when I was a boy reading The Beano, any dog appearing always seemed to be named Towser.

Every Towser could also speak, according to the bubble emanating from its mouth. That’s more than your average Fido or Rover can do.

Gordon Casely,

Westerton Cottage, Crathes, Kincardineshire.

NOW that the diversion of recalling canine appellations in the Letters Pages of The Herald has had a good run, I believe, since dogs in the UK (more than eight million) only outnumber cats (more than seven million) by a million or so, the time has come, in the interests of balance, for some feline recognition.

Let me start that process by saying the first cat to which I paid any real attention was called Korky. He had three nephews called Nip, Lip, and Rip and he lived in an exotic place called Dandyland. Being a tolerant sort of chap, he had a mouse, called Squeak, as a friend. Eventually, Korky lost out in the popularity stakes to a desperate man called Dan. I would suggest that we should now have some moggy time in the columns of your Letters pages.

Ian W Thomson,

38 Kirkintilloch Road, Lenzie.