As from this week we have a new family member joining us at Tabi Towers - Rufus.
I finally caved in and we now have a little kitty cat - as the Littlest Boo calls him. You wouldn't think it was me that resisted for such a long time, but I have.
Though there is a story - isn't there always? - to the reason 'why' I have been so reluctant.
Basically - without going into alllllll the details - we have had a cat before. Our gingertom, our big fat gingertomas, my bagpuss, my baby......my cat.
Pre kiddies, pre Broastairs - even though he did move here with us - pre Tabiboo. But he got old, Little Miss F came along and four'ish' years ago he left us.
And then the kids got older!!
I think I am a well and truly worn down mother, in the nagging sense that is and 'oh boy' all three of them did a pretty good job on me because now we have Rufus - our new baby.
A beautiful - not quite a cat and not quite a kitten - race around the house at five in the morning, curling up in my bag and eating my wool, sits in my space at the end of our very shabby sofa (that desperately needs recovering) next to the fire!! Jumps at the birds on the other side of the window, loves chasing balloons, the kiddies toys, flies and moths (and has probably eaten quite a few) - Rufus.