We have, of late, been receiving many visitations from our upstairs-neighbour's cat, Minnie. Despite the fact that she has a doting owner already and we both suffer from varying degrees of cat allergy, Minnie has worked her way into our lives. Especially this Easter weekend, when said doting owner has obviously gone away leaving her starved of attention and companionship. This weekend she has taken to meow-ing forlornly outside our door so that we will let her in and lavish some attention on her. Purring as soon as she is permitted entry, she stalks around our not-very-big flat looking in every nook and cranny. Her favourite places appear to be lying on top of Dan's laptop bag and sliding around on the floor and deck. We have taken to tip-toeing in and out of the house in order not to attract her attention if she isn't already installed by the door awaiting our return. She is no docile moggy, however. Those sharp teeth are responsible for the multitude of lizard tails littering our path - hence her nickname...
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