Le Chat...

So, I went to the RSPCA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to animals) and took a squiz at the pets on offer. I saw Princess – no, I didn’t name her – and we clicked. I spent a long time chatting to her and she spent a great deal of the time looking confused. When I went to adopt Princess they were thrilled...okay, yeah, I know you start thinking wait a second is this a psycho cat from hell that everyone wants to see the back end of? But no. Apparently Princess has had somewhat of a checkered, unhappy past and the staff were hoping someone would take her. She’s hung around a while as she not cute. Well, I’m not cute and I understand checkered pasts so we hit the road to XH. At the moment Princess is wandering around the house but coming back every so often to lie over my feet.