I’m convinced everyone
has an inner right mad cat lady, just waiting for the time in life to nuzzle her way out. My tom, Marco, sits at the living room window and announces everyone at the front door like he’s a Buckingham Palace footman. ‘The postman, Ma’am… ’
He and his sis, Mya, aka the I wouldn’t have mountain goat, are a handful, but the same after it any other way. And you might feel this week’s issue. the two feline feel-good features in she and her two Clara didn’t know where to turn when of them came home sons were so lost in grief that one die ‘to be with Daddy’. from school to say he wanted to
Mary Poppins, In came Honey, their very own ginger (p16). who transformed their lives for good An old girl now, Then there’s tortoiseshell Boo (p28). her owner, Janet, she’d been missing for 13 years until got a very unexpected phone call…
Aww – furballs and spinsterdom for all!
Karen Bryans, Editor (email@example.com)