Me and my girl

Natalie has a bit of a little routine. In the mornings she gets fed. She goes outside to do her abulutions and then she comes back in. If she's in the mood, she'll get on our bed and have a little snooze with whoever is lucky enough to have a lie in. Sometimes, she just goes out to play all day.

At some point during the day, both of them with come in "talking" to us. I'm not sure how to describe the cry - it's more of a cry than a mew, but we generally respond with "hello!". If one of us is upstairs and calls them, they come up to see us there. It's sweet. (Nathan is doing it to me now, sounding a bit distressed. But I don't speak cat, and he doesn't speak English so I'll just carry on.)

Natalie likes to come in and cuddle up with me. I like to watch television in the living room with my feet up, usually with a blanket over me as it gets a bit cold in here.

She starts off curled up next to my legs:



She might check out what's on the telly:



Or just have a stretch:



And if I'm really lucky, I'll be invited to rub her tummy:



Hard life, being a cat.