There’s nothing to report knitting-wise today. I went to craft night last night and made some progress on the Squares Jacket while being entertained by my fellow crafters/artists/talkers. But it’s not worthy of a photo yet.

So I bring you this:

My ex and I bought Peri Peri from the RSVPA. I was the one who wanted a cat, but as soon as my ex laid eyes on Peri we had to have him. He insisted, despite the fact I’d fallen in love with a cuddly tabby.

When we split up he got ‘custody’ of the cat because I figured Peri would be less stressed if he stayed in the house he knew, while I expected to move around a lot until I found a permanent house to buy or rent. A few years later the ex called to say he was moving into a warehouse conversion, which wouldn’t suit a cat, so would I take Peri? Of course I said yes.

I then learned that Peri had been locked outside for the last few years. He was thin, his coat was drab and he’d not had one vaccination since I’d left. He was a bit wild but soon returned to his old affectionate self. However, I think I overcompensated a bit as he ended up a little rotund. Since then he’s been on a strict diet.

Now that I’m living on a fairly busy suburban road, in a neighbourhood with plenty of cats sporting for fights, I’ve been keeping Peri inside permanently. We built a cat run outside the kitchen, but recently had to pull down one side in order for the plumbers to redo the woeful drainage. So the back of the bed is his favourite perch for now.