So let me tell you about Colin or rather Colin/Damien.

A week ago last Friday I had a text from Jackie next door asking me to call in. When they opened the door Leanne was holding in the palm of one hand the smallest blackest cutest and calmest and most chillest kitten. Wrong sex as we had said if you get a female stray kitten but how could you resist something that just sat in the palm of your hand and snuggled up to you almost purring?

We took him home on a trial basis just incase Bruce really did object and that night he had some kitten milk although was not eating just yet. We wondered how old he was although the vets thought he was 6 weeks we were not sure if he had been weaned or not.

The next day he was still calm but once we found he liked dried biscuits he found his appetite and still loved the kitten milk. Now he was pooing and weeing which was a relief and using his tray which was brilliant and now was really purring everytime we went into his room to make a fuss of him.

There was no more chilled and calm Colin the cat (named after the Collins) now we had a little demon who would jump out on your feet as you passed the clothes horse or bite your hands or your ankles. Now we had a little black imp who stood on two feet to get higher with paws outstretched to get to you.

Chris said as we got him the night before halloween we should call him Damien and although I resisted on nights like tonight when you can't relax without him jumping and biting and scratching I am beginning to wonder and so he is good calm Colin and bad naughty Damien. We must make sure that it is Colin who wins.