I think Percy deserves a grand and appropriate name, to go with his stately manner.

He is now officially Sir Purrs-a-Lot.

Ring out those Solstice bells! From now on the days grow longer, and the sun will still rise, however dark the night.

Percy has made himself right at home. I love the way he purrs *all the time*. Phoebe, though, is Not Impressed.

Tomorrow, I collect Percy. He's somewhere between 14 and 17 and has been living rough for four years, but he's in surprisingly good shape, though terribly thin. He'll have a warm bed, lots of good food, and tons of love. I hope Phoebe will take to him, though it might take a while!

And here's the second in the series - The Supposed Sister.

Five months ago, I published my first novel for more than 25 years! A Parcel of Rogues is the opener in a series, set mainly in early 18th century London, but with forays to Bath, Bristol and (in book 2), Rye. Available on Amazon as an e-book or paperback. www.amazon.co.uk/Parcel-Rogue...

Oh, and I promise not to post too many pictures of cats. Well, not so many. Well, a few. Here's Phoebe.

I've already seen several friends here! Hoping to bring my books to a wider audience, and have some fun and meet people along the way.