POSH CAT

Horace.....Quite simply a posh cat.

We got Horace from the Freshfields Animal Rescue home near Southport when we moved into our house in November 2005.

Originally his name was "Pom", which I felt was far too soppy, and so duely named him after my late Grandfather.

Horace unfortunately has feline aids, so cannot venture outside the house. This does not seem to bother overduely, as all he does on the average day is eat and sleep.

And boy can this cat sleep.......In windows, on boxes, in tumble dryers, on top of clean washing, in the beds.....you name it he has kipped there.

When we asked wot he would be like, the staff at Freshfields told us he may scratch a tad. This was somewhat of an understatement. We did have a lovely brown leather three seater, but it now looks as though it was attacked by a machete weilding maniac.

Don't even get me started on what used to be the landing carpet. But, we wouldn't be without him now.......maybe his little claws could go, but he is a friendly little chap with a passion for head butting you. His latest trick is traversing the headboard between the hours of 2 and 5 am and trying to secure a sleeping area between me and Jen.

Our friends Mark and Ali say that if Horace could talk he would be the poshest cat ever, with a very upper class demur.

Long live the king of our little castle.