Each of my daughters have a pet...Melissa an old black alley type cat called Comet... this cat scares even me when I stay with her... her partner has claw marks on his thigh from where this thing has latched on..when the mood strikes...so does he. Other times he just sleeps and looks like a KING...she loves this cat but watches his pupils for "The Change"

Alison has a wonder doggie The very handsome Thorn...a lovely thick-set type red Kelpie...we are minding him right now because she has to live in a flat...up nine flights...no room for Thorn. He loves her to death and when she comes at Chriostmas he lays on the ground and cries. When she was at the worst of her illness some years back he laid quietly outside her door for months on end... only a doggie would do that... We are very fond of the old doggie with the big limp.