At just over a year old, Brady, a happy chap arrived with an overnight bag full of toys. Trundling out of his basket the spotted, tabby Pixie Bob, set about a thorough inspection of his new space. When he chanced upon a couple of foil balls that had fallen out of his bag he immediately batted them between his paws, tossed them in the air and chased them around the front room. It's not long before Brady is following me from room to room appearing magically at my feet as I'm

Coco arrived early one Saturday morning. A soft and fluffy young tabby with white patches and a short upright tail, she bounced around my apartment like Winnie the Pooh’s excitable friend Tigger. Stopping in her tracks in front of the slightly open, wall to ceiling window, her eyes widen and she sniffs the air. Coco hesitantly touched her paw to the pane of glass and as I open it she ducked under the frame and onto the cat safe balcony. She immediately disappeared before rea