Sorry for the quality of the photo, but it's very hard getting these two together, especially at dinner time. Having lived with them for several weeks now, I've got to know their personalities and have renamed them.
Darling Mrs Polly-Wolly-Doodle (Polly for short) must have been absolutely traumatised in her former life and still cowers under the bed almost all day and night. I first thought of calling her Pudding, but that might have hurt her feelings a bit, so settled on Mrs Polly-Wolly-Doodle.
Mr Naughty needs no explanation at all.
When I came home from the shops just now, he was all curled up on my red coat, after having pulled it down from the hat stand. She was, as usual, under the bed.
Good luck with Steve Pinker's book, Sandra. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am. Haven't finished yet. It's not the sort of book you can get through quickly or easily. You need to think about it a lot.
When I came home from the shops just now, he was all curled up on my red coat, after having pulled it down from the hat stand. She was, as usual, under the bed.
Good luck with Steve Pinker's book, Sandra. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am. Haven't finished yet. It's not the sort of book you can get through quickly or easily. You need to think about it a lot.
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Thanks, Diane.
A name has to feel right, it’s no use letting someone else decide.
When I took in my old male cat, he had already been named “Parsley”.
Parsley? No way was I shouting that across the garden, so I renamed him “Bob”.
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