Meeting Darcy

Yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting the most friendly and beautiful young lady ever; she was 11-weeks old, a white and bluepoint ball of fluff who clearly determined that I was going to be her new slave. I had gone to meet three young Ragdoll kittens with every intention of going home a little [...]


Well, it's a bank holiday over here in good old Blighty, which means that there are loads of shops open for half a day, and a bunch of kids that don't know the meaning of the word "Quiet" in our street making a hell of a racket. Anyway, that's not what I want to write [...]