Once upon a time, we had a feline called Pavi, well to be precise he was christened Pavarotti after the famous Tenor, not our doing I may hasten to add as he was given to us as a present and he came fully grown.
He was of a loving persuasion and had traits that were all of his own, a corner of the Kitchen work surface became a favourite perch it was where the bread bin once had its rightful place. Over time Focaccia made way for a Birman cat with an Italian name that would place himself in such a way that there was not even room to store the thinnest of Pizza bases.
This place of refuge was also of strategically importance as it was by the back door where the world entered, so there Pavi would sit awaiting our return from the pet convenience store.
Now sadly he has gone to the big opera house in the sky or so we thought.
As you may or may not be aware we have taken possession of two Birman Kittens within the last few months one named Finbar the other Fingal. Now Finbar is showing all the signs of a pure Bel-Canto and was found strategically sat on the Kitchen work top.
Leading to the realisation that reincarnation is not just a theory but a possibility, or perhaps it was just a hint to buy a new bread bin.