Lovember: Colin

I love that Colin is pure CAT. Except when he is more dog than cat.

I love that he comes on walks with Betty - even a mile through town to the pub and back. I love that the two of them play, bowling each other over and wrestling and biting, without ever hurting each other. I love that Colin pins Betty down to groom her.

I love that he is part alley-cat and part prince of cats: he has a pedigree Russian Blue for a mother, father (unknown) has left a faint tabby stripe shadow in his fur and a prodigious appetite for hunting.

I love that he adores the boys with a passion: they are HIS.

I love his Hercule Poirot moustache.

I love that he reverts to kitten when he comes into contact with a fleece dressing gown.

I love that he never lowers himself to miaow for food. He just sits and wills it done.

I love that he sleeps with his face pressed into a cushion or pillow.

I love that I was able to give my boys their very own pet that they feel complete responsibility for.

(I also love that I wrote my CV today - for the first time in 12 years. And I very love that I sent it out there...)