Introducing Moopsy*, the little stray can that I have mentioned quite a bit over the past few months.
We're bunkered down getting our next Tiny Moments of Joy book to the printers today in between co-ordinating a writing festival, so I haven't left the house and am verging on turning into a giant profanity beast, BUT we have #spotted something out our kitchen window.
That thing is a very fluffy thing. A very moody fluffy thing that will only eat his breakfast if patted, but will otherwise try and eat anyone who dares walk up our garden path.
Except for my lovely partner Tony.
For some reason Moopsy loves Tony with the might of an exploding sun and regularly tries to give him all the love in his small, malevolent fluffy form.
In turn, Tony seems to view Moopsy as the smooshiest of fur beasts, insisting that he's really a softy and not out to steal our immortal souls.
First thing, every morning, Tony sits on our top garden step while drinking his coffee with Moopsy sitting on his lap, purring and acting like he's not a furry little psychopath.
The rest of the day, Moopsy lives in a cat nest in the winter-bare ivy on our garden fence like a fluffy, moody potato, ready to launch himself at any other cat (or human) who dares venture into his territory.
I think we may now have a cat.
*Moopsy is based on an adorable creature that drinks bones from Star Trek Lower Decks.
(More in alt text, as always.)
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