Friday, 10 February 2012


About year and a half ago, I heard a strange mewling at my front door late on a chilly night as I was about to head to bed. I opened the front door to see what the noise was and a skinny, little bundle of orange fur leapt into my arms and began to purr. My husband and I had been adopted. We named her Jonesy as an Aliens reference and she has since been joined by another cat (Tadpole) who adopted us in the same fashion about a year later, making us wonder if she was out telling her mates "these guys are an easy touch for free food, bit of warmth and a massage".

Jonesy and the neighbours:

Jonesy and the red light zone:

Jonesy and the doll:

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