Three nights in and our four-ish month-old tortoiseshell has well and truly got the measure of us.
Mark is a changed man. He walked home from the other side of Greenwich yesterday afternoon. A perilous journey across a beautiful park and the open expanse of Blackheath. Dog central, in other words. My husband is an obsessive dog lover and dog worrier in the way that only a non-dog owner can be.
I made a knowing comment about how he'd be hours chasing dogs around the park. "Not when I've a kitten at home to play with", he came back.
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