I’m The Boy or at least that’s what these humans call me as they don’t know my real name. My dear, departed grandmother Tuppence used to come here and I thought I would continue the family tradition. She was a Pen Repair Assistant but as the humans have retired from that business I’m just a frequent visitor.

They give me treats and something to eat (I’m a growing Boy) and they’re okay about me sleeping on the bed. They pet me a lot but not quite enough. I can take a lot of attention and affection.

It was a gale yesterday with 60mph gusts but in the evening I braved the storm and paid them a visit as I knew they would be missing me. I spent a while cruising the laps, then hit the sack for a few hours. We pussycats need our comfort and sleep.

So that’s the story. I expect you’ll be hearing from me again.