I don't want a cat. I like them in theory but I'm allergic to them and the fluff everywhere would drive me batty. But a lovely seemingly stray ginger cat (I think a tom) has been hanging out in the garden the last few days. I've been very good and resisted feeding well, just the once but as he sat on the window will looking at me longingly, I decided I'd at least take him to a vet on Saturday if he's still here. Meanwhile I'd work on dh who actually doesn't want a cat.
But I spoke to the next door neighbor this evening and she's already named him, made him a bed in her shed and phoned the vet! She's stolen my stray 