When I left the house this morning James, the eldest cat, was happily sat in an empty box, surveying the rest of the sitting room over the top of the un-tucked leaves of cardboard.
He's 8 now, but still behaves much like the kitten I remember from years ago, just with less regularity.
When I left the house this morning James, the eldest cat, was happily sat in an empty box, surveying the rest of the sitting room over the top of the un-tucked leaves of cardboard.
He's 8 now, but still behaves much like the kitten I remember from years ago, just with less regularity.