Having spent an evening in the company of a cat, my Groover is returned to me. “Did the cat punch you in the eye?” says my witty daughter. This is why we don’t have a cat. Maybe this song will make him feel better…
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I never thought I’d grow up and live in a house without pets. My dog when I was growing up was a black labrador/corgi cross – think labrador face, shortish legs and stout. Her name was Hannah. I used to lie in bed of a morning and hear her thunder up the stairs, along the [...]
