teeny Charlie Cat

I think I have finally embraced and accepted my inner mad cat woman. I missed my train tonight and took the opportunity to go to every shop at London Bridge station trying to find posh cat meat (M&S are missing a trick there). Finally I found a couple of dusty pouches and felt like a half decent working mad cat woman.

Norman has always been quite chilled

Because today is the boys first birthday! Don’t worry – I didn’t sing to them or anything, but posh cat meat was the feline equivalent of a birthday cake for them so I am hoping that they felt special for the 2 minutes or so that it took them to inhale it…

Happy Birthday Charlie Cat and Normous Norman!

:o)

These days they view the king size bed as their cat basket...