I’m extremely sad to report that we will shortly be saying goodbye to our old Crouch End cat, half ginger tabby half very vocal pedigree burmese. He purrs _a lot_, and very loudly, but is now ridiculously thin as her gets no nutrition from his food, despite six pouches of poshest cat food per day, whenever he asks. He has a girlfriend Beileag who dotes on him and constantly cuddles up to him. It’s a doting attachment unlike anything I have ever seen, but he finds it a bit much on occasion and bites her head when he's had more than enough pestering, although he is not so harsh as to succeed in putting the girlfriend off.
I’ll try and get a pic of him but the light is extremely poor, it's a very dark day here. He's in Mrs Weaver’s den currently where it is always warm. Caoimhe my little siamese girl is under the duvet curled up with me and Ciaran my greyhound is snoozing on the bed next to me, having occasional strokes.