Henry

M and I have a new addition to the household. Henry is seven years old, rather fluffy and with a softness for little tubs of tuna. We got him from Battersea lost dogs and cats home (after passing their particurlarly gruelling fitness to be pet-owners test) and he has spent a sizable proportion of the time here twiddling his paws behind the washing machine. But I'm sure he'll come 'round.

He's rather a likeable little fellow: