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.

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