Return of the cat lady

I got my first cat in 1998 as a 40th birthday present. Snoopy was my constant companion until 2013 when old age and failing organs meant that I had to have him put to sleep.


Fast forward to 2016 when I'd moved back to Wales with my son. We'd agreed that we'd look for a new cat once we were settled, and with his 18th birthday approaching, his grandparents offered to buy him a cat and all the bits...

We were clear we wanted to get a rescue cat and after some research we found...


The only thing was, Harry was inseparable from...


Leo. And I couldn't split them could I? So, at the beginning of July 2017, I welcomed them into my home and became a slave to two masters!


You can follow their on-going exploits on this blog.

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