So, this is how it starts...

So, I went cat-window shopping today. For the first time in my adult life, I am living in a place that allows me to have pets, so obviously I need to get a cat.

Anyway, I telephoned around looking for any rescue places that had a white cat (I always have white cats, because they have trouble re-homing them, and I have a penchant for pathetic waifs and strays). Nowhere had any, although my number was left with them all for when one comes in.

I dropped in on somewhere on a whim, no white cats, but the woman forced me to go and say hello to two others they have. I mentally named them Rodney and Radek, and my mother had to physically drag me out of there before I came home with them both.

I just know that by the beginning of 2006 I will accidentally have seven cats.