LOVING PETS
As a nation of animal lovers we often share stories of the antics our pets get up to.
My family have always had dogs 'wire haired fox terriers' to be precise whilst my Husbands family went for larger dogs (ie German shepherds).  It was quite strange therefore when as a family unit we took responsibility for two gorgeous RSPCA rescue kittens.
They are brother and sister and had been part of a litter of six. The others had been given good homes already and we simply did not have the heart to split them up.
Our lives changed forever and all good intentions disappeared very quickly - you see dogs have owners but cats have staff!
They quickly find the warmest and most comfortable places to sleep, waking briefly just for food or a short stroll, particularly over the winter months. 
During the Summer they can be seen 'toasting' themselves nicely on the warmth of the shed roof, patio chairs or resting in the shade of the magnolia tree.
Their favourite dishes are lovingly prepared for them but they are not adverse to turning up their noses at their favourite cat food if they think a small bowl of prawns, tuna or raw fillet steak may leap off the kitchen work surfaces in their direction. They look affronted if you ignore their calls for cat milk or treats, reaching up to tap your knee or elbow so that you can not rest until they
have what they want.
Although related, their personalities are so very different.  Our female cat is a beautiful ball of black fluff and emerald green eyes with a perfect pussy cat profile that would not look out of place on a witches broomstick but enough about me!
She puts the 'cat' into 'catwalk' and by the way she struts up the garden path could give any supermodel a run for their money. She is haughty and aloof but beware the person who thinks she is a sweet little innocent. As quick as a flash she will turn from a docile angelic being into a claw wielding, teeth baring, growling, hissing monster.  I for one never knew cats growled!

Our male cat by comparison is suave and debonair in appearance, wearing his tuxedo like 007. He was the runt of the litter sporting
additional toes on each paw and an overly long tail.  He is docile, affectionate and will be fussed and loved at all times, often carried like a baby to sleep each night where he shares our daughters bed, snuggling into his own personal blanket.
They are a joy to have and after a bad day at work when they run to greet you, melt your heart and soothe your troubles. However if they keep demanding prawns I am going to get them a paper round each to cover the cost!!