The vicar kindly 'catsat' for us whilst we were at Towersey festival last weekend and he's corrupted my little Raven Kitty. The damned animal won't leave me alone! He's never been a lap cat, but suddenly after a weekend with the vicar, he is barely more than an arms length from me.

It's not the first time I've left him for a week or so... it's not even the first time this year! If I get up for a bathroom break, he jumps in my seat, if I'm typing here, he'll sit on my wrists and he's spent longer in my lap this past 3 days than he has his entire 2 years here!

I'm wondering what the vicar has done to my little pussycat. I thought he was a nice chap, just the sort to help a parishoner out, he only asked for a bottle of red wine as payment (others choose gin...), but my pusscat is completely changed.

The other cat crapped everywhere and peed in my school governors file but she was doing that before we left so no change there.

I'm very confused now.. but quite grateful - I like this new lap-sitting kitty, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

Maybe it's the cheap cat food...

LTS