Geoffrey

To a cool cat like Geoffrey, the warm bonnet of a newly-parked Alfa Romeo is irresistible, even on a comparatively mild day like today. I can’t recall how this female puss came to be called Geoffrey, but presumably her owners weren’t very good at cat-sexing. Her mum, our cat Tilly, had her when she lived over the road from us, before we inherited her from our separating neighbours. Geoffrey deigns to honour us with her presence every now and then, and helps herself to Tilly’s food.