Three cats, orientals, in the bed, two tomcats on top of Mrs Weaver this time instead of between the two of us. Mrs Weaver complained she was totally overheating because of the arrival of Pangur Bán and was eventually dripping with sweat. It is incredible how hit that kitten is, which makes him very popular. He is now purring, roaring his head off. Caoimhe is now under my arm as always, with her head on top of my shoulder.
