Small, bonkers, an unstoppable force. The sitting tennant is still coming around to the idea, although she will insist on hunting his tail and poking him in the butt. She's getting spayed tomorrow, so perhaps that'll cut down on the bonkers temporarily (more importantly it'll help stem the flow of cats).
Speying is just in time as Arthur Buscuit is pretty keen to get at her!
Now by way of balance, here's a dog:
The cat next-door. Az's latest ginger mate (he seems to collect these). Not to be confused with the "evil ginger" who lives up the hill. I have made this mistake before and so Arthur is still getting used to the fact that I am not going to chase him off the premises.
Oh and the name.. Before we got introduced properly we called him Biscuit (because he is ginger), then we got told he was actually called Arthur so now he's Arthur Biscuit or "half a biscuit" (pronounced with a cockney accent).
However there is human food as well: strawberries, potatoes, onions, herbs, tomatoes.. We'll see how that goes. All we need now are the chickens and we'll be much more ready for post-apocalyptic survival.
Oh one thing of historical note.. We had planted a cutting from the Hollyfast Road mint (which has travelled from my grandparents [Gwen & Burt] garden to my parents garden and on to Sycamore Cottage), which looked very dead after several months under the snow, but is now showing green shoot again. This is a good indication that this is a proper place for Higtons to be residing!
The only problem with all this is Karen's unhealthy obsession she's developed with Alan Titchmarsh. I am hoping this is a phase..