Seperation Anxiety

It's been nearly a week since Louie has moved in with Nikki while I go away. I am missing my big fat moo head terribly. Even though I've been able to sleep in without the usual swat in the face at dawn's crack, it's lonely without him. I keep texting Nikki to ask how he is. I am informed that he has been sweet,boofy and gets up when she does! Little bugger! He's cheeky but he's MY cheeky boy. I miss you, Lou Lou. Mama will be home soon.

Louie's Latest Obsession

Evidently, one pink furry cushion is not enough. He goes at those things like John Shaft.

"He's a complicated cat and no-one understands him like his pillows..".

My Fat Furry Boy

I want to introduce you to Louie. Louie is my cat who I adopted nearly 2 months ago. He was completely freaked out when he arrived at our warehouse and when he was let out of his cat box, he escaped and hid: Eventually he warmed to us (or just got hungry)and he's now part of the Down St family. He's the size of a small dog and would eat 24/7 if you let him. He thinks it's perfectly normal to wake me up at 4.30am for his breakfast, even if it means biting or scratching to arouse me from my sleep. We love him- how could you not?