No! We now have another cat, making me outnumbered two to one. This one is called Cleo. She’s half the size of Marley but twice as loud, miaowing all the time. My mum talks back to her but it’s utter nonsense as far as I can make out.
Me and Marley have learnt to live together – I don’t sniff him and he doesn’t hiss at me – and now I have to start all over again with this one who, to be frank, seems a bit of a madam, chip off the Sherry mould. All I want is a peaceful life – is that too much for a dog to ask?
Look at her, thinking she’s superior already!