This is our cat, Imelza. Looks sweet, doesn’t she? Don’t be fooled. We were. We got her from the RSPCA when she was a tiny, cute little hairball with huge ears. Now, she’s in charge of the house, or at least that’s what she thinks. When she’s not asleep in the most obstructive spot she can possibly find, she’s keeping up a non-stop whine for someone to feed her. But I think she still whines even when she’s not hungry. Sometimes, when she’s bored, she terrorises the nearest cat/leg/chicken/bit of furniture. I still have the scars from the last time she went after me.

 

She’s got such a nice name (I suggested it), but no-one in the house ever uses it. Instead, they call her ‘Jerk’ or ‘Arrgh’, or just ‘the cat’