For six months of the year we look after a cat. He is a fat cat called Harry. Harry divides the house, from time to time we love him and the other time we are just completely confused by him. Harry is fat, and large. He is the size of a small chair. He has many human characteristics and he also resembles a cow. Controlling dinner times was hard. He would often feign hunger and get two maybe three and on the rare occasion four dinner.

He has been caught in the company of a fox. He takes turns around the room with an 18th Century poise which his. He climbs completely with his front legs as opposed to bouncing off of his rear legs. He can open the fridge and draw curtains.  I will write a story about him soon, when I forget how allergic I was to him.