Thursday, September 27
We have been deliberating for a long time about getting a pet. The girls were desperate. I wasn't keen - I could see it just meant more work and cleaning and worrying. And the only pet I really like is out of the question as Mike is allergic to cats.
But then my sister discovered that a farm cat had had a litter of kittens at the end of her garden, and they were living in her shed.
It hadn't occurred to me that a cat could live in a shed.
At the same time, our garden had developed an embarrassing rat problem (compost bin to blame). It didn't take long to do the maths.
So now we have two utterly adorable kittens living in our shed. There is a bit of work and cleaning and quite a lot of worrying about them. But mostly there is sitting and watching them, and trying to tame them a bit, and the occasional and very satisfying purr.
Bottom: Jammy Dodger