Luna Lou is two...

Today is Luna’s second birthday, which makes her twenty-five if you calculate cat years properly and don’t use that silly seven years to one rule. It’s hard to imagine her as the little ball of fluff we brought home all that time ago. These days she’s all grown up, hardly surprising given the amount that she eats.

Mealtimes at our house have changed since Luna has arrived. There’s an extra chair at the dinner table because Luna has decided that she likes to eat dinner with us.

As soon as she hears the dinner being served she appears from nowhere, jumps up onto her chair, then sits waiting patiently until we’ve finished our meal just in case there are any titbits left for her – which of course there always are. She likes roast meat, pies, fish; she even likes curry and spaghetti Bolognese. She never eats her vegetables though.

She’s very well behaved at the table and never tries to steal from our plates. When we offer her a piece of beef or a morsel of chicken she carefully takes it from our flat outstretched hand so as not to nip, blinking her mismatched eyes to say thank you. She really does have lovely table manners. Oddly, she never offers to do the washing up though.