Little Tic Tac has settled in very well, eats like a horse, uses her litter tray like a champion, and has picked her favourite spot on the sofa. Photo: Ellen Whyte
She was a scrap of fur and bones, a tiny soul held together by a meow. But when Kim held her up for me to see, she purred.
I knew I was lost, but I tried to defend myself. “I don’t want her.” I said. “No-no-no. Absolutely not.”
