Rewriting this section - found the old bit very boring. No idea how long it will take. Maybe I'll do some stick drawings of my life and put them here. Then again, maybe not.
The cat in the image
The cat in the postage stamp was my cat. His name was Cat. Seriously, why waste a perfectly good name on a creature that won’t listen to you to start with. He lived for 19 years happily demanding we pay homage to his greatness. He was a weird little tabby who could carry a grudge for years. I’m glad I was always on the miserable little sod’s good side … he’s still missed greatly.