Ana He loves Mr soop more... wouldn't leave him for second yesterday morning as he dug a trench in the garden. Rory opted to sit in the trench, looking adoringly at Mr S and, yet again, cleaning himself to within a whisker of whatever. We've never known a cat to be so particular. 
Permanent estrangement from young grandson
Farage, Reform, their plans, why bother?
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Grannylin Have pedalled furiously hard on my exercise bike. Out of puff! May invite Rory in for a wee while. He was such a good boy yesterday afternoon. Didn't leave my side. Washed himself silly. Rolled over on his back, waving four paws in the air. Made me laugh out loud.



