My two children and I (both complex and disabled) have been quasi-adopted by a neighbour’s cat. Said cat is a timid little thing who lives in a household with an extremely volatile child with anger issues. CattyMcCatty seems to be triggered by loudness and random, sudden movements. He is let out at night and in the early hours, comes to sit on my front doorstep waiting to be let in. We have no pets. The cat sleeps here for a few hours on my sofa and naturally I have invested in an expensive heated throw for him. I even let him sit in MY chair, when I make a break for the loo. Obviously, I have merely been warming the chair for him. My children are forbidden from sitting in MY chair. I have permission from Catty’s owner to treat him to roast chicken breast and Dreamies. Yesterday, CattyMcCatty slept all day on my sofa, feasted on a healthy portion of lean chicken breast and had endless chin scratches from my children, who are as equally besotted as me. Last night, I went out to rescue him as his litter brother was fighting him and Catty was crying. Today, the little gobshite has just totally ghosted me on the street, ignored me calling him and has sauntered off with his tail erect and no eye contact. It was so funny but equally it reminded me of teenage crushes way back in the mists of time and the heart sink of being ghosted. Anyway, I’m not wrong, am I, cats are basically assholes?!