Thomas now has an anti-flea collar on because he’s incredibly allergic to ticks; he gets huge lumps and scabs round his neck and scratches with his back feet. The collars work extremely well, but when Janet put one on him, he wouldn’t speak to her for a day, but today he has forgiven her; is sting on her lap and came to sit by her head in bed just now. Somhairle came up to him, growling, and clawed Thomas’s backside, shooing him off so he ran out of the bedroom. Bravery to the extent of foolishness said Janet. Thomas quickly came back, he wouldn’t miss out on his fuss. I have a glass of water by my bed. Thomas always comes over to check it, wanting to drink my water, even though there is a water bowl for cats and dog in the bathroom next door, but my water glass is somehow magical, special. I don’t really want to drink the water after Thomas has been in it. Am I just being daft?