Our new kitten, Trotsky, looks as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, but it’s not true at all. 
He couldn’t resist investigating the remains of a restaurant meal we brought back with us, put his head through a handle on the paper bag, panicked and knocked a full cup of coffee off the kitchen bench to smash on the floor, then ran through the whole apartment, scattering food everywhere as he went. Thanks, Trots. The next morning, he was so keen for breakfast, he jumped on me at 4.45am to wake me up by scratching my nose. It still hurts. Kittens are fabulous but sometimes you can’t wait for them to grow up …
#thatblighgirl #elizabethandelizabeth #thegovernorhiswifeandhismistress
