大象传媒

In order to earn your stripes on IB, it seems almost compulsory to have a cat. In 18 months of bewildered blogging I have never mentioned my feline credentials and thank the Lord nor has Annie B. We have an eighteen year old cat in fine fettle called Silky, an eight year old 'Torty' called Portia and Handel who half lives with us - he eats as much as he can for a fiver then b*s off. He was wild but we trapped him, had his 'pockets picked' 拢375 and he's calmed down. We have a visitor who eats on our shed roof, Tabby Daisy' and she used to be joined by Trevor Preston ( great name for a cat) who got run over - or as we prefer to say went ' marching for cheeses' with all the mice he'd killed. Next door there are Sid and Saunders. Saunders is blind and epileptic after being attaked by a dog and Sid is his minder. On the other side is Ambrose- as ginger as Gordon Strachan - in fact you never see the two of them together. So, there you are - we never need to switch on the central heating - we just put another cat on the bed. Oh and in the last week another one has taken up residence in the shed- we call him Atkins not because he's on the diet but because that's his colour. He sleeps on an old cashmere Pashmina - posh or what! We also had a bullfrog in the kitchen amusing them all the other evening but that's another story.