Momma hasn't seen her sister Mikki for a number of years and she brought with her a lovely guy called Ron. Ron is a cattle farmer and rather cleaver one at that. We liked him a lot and tried to show him just how much we liked him at breakfast, where Lillibet and Faith acted as look out for a stay sausage on Ron's plate, but they were all snaffled up. Mikki, I found, was very charming and quite giggly, it must run in the family, that little giggle. She has kind hands and tried hard to understand my lack of fur. Ron was right in there where I was concerned, I guess I felt like a little udder to his seasoned hands.
They are creating a home business that will have them renting out a converted farmhouse for holidays on their lovely farm near Chester and they think perhaps that good, well behaved cats and their owners may be able to have a short holiday away together, which will be great for us and of course, we will test it all out and let everyone know just how good it's going to be!
But, in reality, they are genuine people, with a real love for all animals, but I hasten to add, I think they are with the canine fraternity. Those woofers are just much more useful on a farm for rounding things up and barking at the postman and holding those daft sheep still. But give us a chance, us felines are more than just barn mousers, we are the gin to your tonic, the pea to your pod, the bow to your arrow and the pain to your bum!