Since the installation of the CatFlap (R), The Cat has been much more her old self and has settled thoroughly into her new home. The litter tray has been consigned to the garage and we no longer have to play hunt-the-richard with carpet cleaner spray in hand on arriving back at home after a long day at work.
She (The Cat) is sat on my lap as I write this post and purring away merrily. It may be that she hasn’t had any food today that brings on this fit of affection from her, or it may be that Her Maj is away down south for the day that means the old mog is in need of some company. Still, I shan’t complain, because I rather enjoy feline affections (within the limits that are acceptable to the criminal law, of course).