Let’s have a show of hands. Who was surprised that I epicly gave in and came home with a cat? Anyone? Anyone at all? No. Sigh. I am shockingly predictable.
But I don’t care, cos Carina is awesome. She’s slowly getting used to the Chelsea Mews household, although like most felines, the word “no” does not compute. She’s desperate to get onto my lawn, but I’m hesitant to risk that just yet. Every time she’s managed to give me the slip, she just bolts out. It’s not even a curious sally forth, it’s a “fuck no, I’m outta here.” I spose soon I’ll have have to cut the apron ties.