A ginger called Rupert

We’ve just bought the most expensive cat ever!  Well, that’s what we’ve been saying since yesterday when we exchanged contracts on a wee one bedroom house on the the Central Coast of New South Wales.  You see now that we’re about to move into our own home we’re in a position to get a cat without asking for permission.  And that means we’re gonna get one.  I am so excited about moving into our own home, but getting our own cat, that’s gonna be the deliciously tasty marzipan icing on the cake.

We’ve been in negotiations about the type of cat we’re gonna get when we finally get one for years now.  The end result is that Eddie wants a ginger and I want a brindle tortoiseshell, so we’re getting a ginger.  Eddie wants to call him Samuel and I want to call him Rupert, so we’re calling him Rupert.  It’s all very civilised and now all we need to do is go to the RSPCA and find a wee beasty who fits our description.