Treacle

This is Treacle.

So named as a kitten because of the colour of her fur, she has ruled the animals in the house for over 14 years. Her eyes are amazing; spotted with the pattern of age and experience. She rarely runs, has trouble jumping, but that doesn't stop her defending her garden from intrusion (when she sees them coming of course..)

It took Monty, dumb labrador that he is, a while to realise that he shouldn't walk too close to Treacle. Dexter still tries to play with her, so far he's failed to get any response other than a hiss and swat.

Suffice to say that she tolerates us humans, and I get the distinct impression that we are here to provide her with food and a roof until she decides that she would be better treated elsewhere.

Of course, we wouldn't have her any other way.