The PFTE household has a guest for the next seven weeks.
This is Monty, S’ parents’ cat. We are looking after him whilst they are on an extended holiday in France, as it would be a bit unfair for him to have to be in a cattery for such a long time. As S and I are both soppy buggers when it comes to cats, it wasn’t a difficult choice.
He’s been in residence for three days now, and has already staked his claim on my papasan chair as the most comfortable place to snooze.
He’s a clever puss, who knows the best way to get anything is to look especially cute.
To say I am happy with these living arrangements is a bit of an understatement. Last night was perfect: I was leaning against S, I had the cat on my lap, there was a romcom on TV and a bar of chocolate within reach.
(All I need now is for my nose and eyes to get used to cat fur again. Until then, I’ve got industrial sized vats of Flixonase.)