Kittens to go

If you've been reading my blog on a regular basis then you will know that I live with three kittens, sort of. That means, while they're allowed to do whatever they want—totally ignore me like I don’t exist; alternatively, hiss at me whenever I even suggest we might play together—I’m expected to be on my best behaviour at all times.

That’s because my kittens (like Georgia, for example) are sweet, fluffy, non-scary things who wouldn’t hurt a mouse.

Yeah, right!