That’s your Lotte
She is a friendly little thing. She was determined to escape the kitchen and bounded out and into the training room during a course the other day. She made a huge fuss of everyone there, squirming around like a ferret, though thankfully she is too big to vanish up your trouser leg. Then she was at the door or standing on the windowsill, eyes glued to the training room door looking for her new friends.
She is developing her favourite places. One is the top of my chair, though I can’t complain, as she is a nice warm pillow to rest my head on. She is also very grateful for the prime spot and I probably have the cleanest ears and shiniest head in Northumberland.