Percy adores John and absolutely insists on having a big cuddle and many strokes when we come home.
My house will never be featured in a Homes & Gardens magazine. In fact, it’s more likely to be in a Health & Safety Executive magazine about the dangers of poor domestic hygiene. John was trying to go to bed when Percy climbed onto his shoulder, because he desperately needed to attack a cobweb.
I once had a much loved, very affectionate Siamese cat named Hershey. He liked to cuddle on my left shoulder. Every time I sat down, he was there. It looks as if Percy might be going to be a shoulder cat too. He just hasn’t chosen his shoulder yet.
The kitten has a name at last: Percival-Pelham.
John settled on a posh double-barrelled moniker, because he couldn’t make a final choice. We all liked Percy for an everyday name and and the Pelham is in tribute to our favourite P.G. Wodehouse. John says he’s going to call Percy Plum, which was P.G.’s own nickname. So that’s all settled then.
Man and kitten snoozing.
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