Both Arnie and Bonnie come from animal shelters.
Arnie was handed in because his owner’s child had developed an allergy to him and could no longer keep him.
Bonnie had been on quite a journey from Ireland before we had the luck of finding her.
Both live with children, both get on (after a lot of bribery with sausages) with each other and both are utter sweethearts.
So please, whatever you do, give those rag-tag animals in shelters a try, they won’t ever disappoint you, I promise.
Nothing to do?
Just drop to the floor and sprawl. You know it makes sense…
The smell of it fresh from the oven is too much for some of the smaller feline members of our family. The larger ones who carve it, can’t help themselves either…(sorry I ate all the skin again).