Ginger Whine....

He sashayed in through the back door, purring extravagantly, like a Rolls Royce engine.

"No," I said to him very firmly, "you can miaow at me as much as you like, but I'm not going to feed you. And that's final."



Within 5 minutes, he was working his way through a plate of organic chicken with tarragon gravy......

I'm a sucker for a redhead.