After Ollie died a year or so ago, we decided that it'd probably be a good idea to be cat-free until the girls were a bit older.
A year later and Becky had wound the begging up a notch, so I buckled and we found Milo at the local Cat's Protection League.
He's 9 months old. He's really friendly, likes to sleep beside his Dad and has the loudest purr I've ever heard. Which is particularly pleasant when it wakes you up at 3am.
Emily loves him and chases him around all the time. Milo puts up with it all and despite being a bit irritated when he get's his tail pulled, he never gets his claws out. If he did, Emily would be scarred by now!
