Nannan

I am sitting on her knee, sucking my thumb with my finger hooked over my nose. With my other hand, I am playing with her enormous earlobes. We’re in her sitting room, which is cluttered with knick-knacks and lace doilies and a yellow bird in a cage in the corner called Joey. He scratches and … Continue reading Nannan

Dylan

We’re adopting a kitten from a wonderful cat rescue centre called The Kitten Inn next week, and it has made me think about my first cat, Dylan. I moved out of Dad’s house and purchased my first home when I was twenty-three. It was a small, two-bed terraced, with a nice but lonely view of a granite quarry. I hated … Continue reading Dylan