They are of course into everything, eat anything – before now Moni has nicked potato off my plate, and on a Saturday morning it’s a race to who gets to the scrambled egg first although Richie usually wins, and Gabi has a fondness for plants and so far has, fortunately for her, proved that none of ours are poisonous!
After Woody died in the summer it just didn’t feel right getting any more at the time but it seemed per
fect timing to get them now as presents for each other. A friend of ours, Judy, does a lot of work on behalf of the Cats Protection League, part of which is looking after abandoned kittens & cats, which is 
where we got them. At the time she had two very small ‘fluff balls’ who kept hiding, and two other males who were beautiful pale ginger tabbies. But we had always said we wanted black & white – apparently they are not the ‘flavour of the month’ which I find quite baffling.Adding in something new this year, as I get older I get more and more intolerant, with the emphasis on the ‘rant’! So each month I’m going to include a Grumpy Gripe and here’s the first …
There have been a number of TV series called Grumpy Old Men’s Guide to … which gets me shouting at the set as I reckon that the average age of the ‘old’ men on it is less than 50. But worse, far worse, is the Grumpy Old Women counterpart when at least one of them is barely 30!
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