When I was eight, I had a kitten which I called Tosh! My mother volunteered for the RSPCA so he came via one of their contacts. He was tabby with a white front and paws. He was a real character and could open every internal door in our house. He was very happy to be handled and would lie in my arms like a baby. His favourite place to sleep was under my candlewick (remember those?) bedspread! I had left home 12 years before his demise at the age of 20! I’m away from home otherwise I’d find a photo of him to post.
Things that (sometimes unreasonably) get on your nerves...hopefully lighthearted



