While Max and Louise are keeping themselves amused, I thought you might like to see the latest addition to my family.
I’ve got a new grand-cat.
This is Bernard making himself totally at home when he came to visit with his fellow grand-cat, Nigel, at Christmas.
Nigel is big – in fact he’s on a diet.
Bernard is just huge, but that’s not over-eating; it’s the way he’s built. There’s something of the Maine Coon about him which means he’s the size of a small dog with furry paws the size of dinner plates.
He's getting on, bless him, and was found, minus most of his fur, with one eat-chewed off and very close to death a few months back.
The wonderful CPL people nursed him back to health, but like Nigel he’s lost his natural immunity to stuff and has to stay inside. As you can see, he really liked the stairs. Maybe they’re a novelty as he lives in a ground floor flat.
I also have a new grand-dog, too. Bob. He’s moved in with Kees, Flynn (who was a magazine pin-up boy recently) and Milo. He’s another rescue dog, a golden retriever and growing like a weed and now there really is NO MORE ROOM ON THE SOFA!
He’s smart as paint. apparently and sailed through his dog training classes, unlike Milo who will chew anything – but then Milo had a very bad start in life so needs a lot of praise and encouragement. And gets it. I'll be meeting Bob in person this spring, but photos are on the way and as soon as I have them, I’ll share.