So, well done to my sister Hazel and her husband Adam. They called Mr. Stork (yes, that is what happened, there is no way my sister could have a baby in any other way, all right?!) and nine months (and two days late), Maya Glassford arrived. And she is a little beauty.
Though don’t worry, in reality she is an actual human, not a cat. Or that would be odd.
Wuss and Boots are bristling with double uncle proudness, and it’s pretty fair to say she will have a large collection of their work adorning her life as she grows up. And, I confess, I am also a very proud auntie.
Who knew, eh – that this heartless, tattooed semi-rebel (hardly a rebel) who is literally scared of children would love this little thing so much. Mental.
She does have the funniest wail, though – sounds like several cats being tortured at once. Brilliant!