In which our intrepid hero takes stock.

Timmy. Holly. Jewel and Chloë. They’re our permanents. And it looks like we’ll have to adopt Tommy, because he and Chloë can’t be separated without them both carrying on like the dramatic leads in a Mexican soap opera.

Tink and Connie and Bindi are all paying lodgers.

Buffy roams free with our permanents, whilst Saffron and Domino live in a large cage in our bedroom; Coco Jr and Jessie will join us later today. They’re all either waiting to be adopted or recuperating from various maladies so they can be put on show for rehoming.

Thirteen cats in all. One-three. And they all live at my house.

People wonder why I sometimes feel like I’m going crazy. Meow. Meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow. Meow meow.