So a happy Gotcha Day to my furry flatmate. When she arrived, she spent 2 weeks under the futon in the spare room, too scared to come out when I was there. Then one evening, she strolled into the living room like she owned the place and she has been owning the place ever since.
9 years and countless mice later, she spends her days sleeping and her evenings.... sleeping, but on me. After mooching the food bowl and spreading cat litter all over the flat.
Has to be said she doesn't take a great photo, it's a miracle she's in either of these. The one with the wine and pearls is a photo I sent to a friend - I titled it "A perfect evening."