If only I could backdate posts. Settlement was over a month ago (1st May) but things take time, including creating blogs. Anyhoo, I have a photo of Luke and I standing in front of the For Sale sign with a big red SOLD sticker on it, but unfortunately it's on my camera, and the leads for that are probably at the bottom of a box. Somewhere. Ah, the joys of moving house. There is also a photo of Luke and I enjoying a glass of champagne in the house a day or so after settlement, amidst the rank smell of old cigarettes and cat's piss. Lucky for you, smells do not ooze through the computer screen. And anyway, that photo is on my camera too.
So, Norman. The previous fuckwitted owners had two cats, and decided to only take one with them. When we showed up for our first dinner (pizza) and champagne in our new house, a little white cat came bolting in the front door, looking half starved and very starved for love and attention. What could we do? We fed him. And fed him. And fed him again. And now he's ours. He's lovely. Very affectionate, very much a tart. He loves his new bed I bought him, and his favourite food is pasties from Millie's bakery in Nairne. Really must stop Luke's dad feeding him crap! We need to get him to the vet though, he has a nasty looking black sore on his ear, and also needs to get his boy bits seen to before he impregnates every girl cat in town.
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