Tipping Pets at Home kibble into a dish, and placing it high on the windowsill, I fluffed up my pillows and headed downstairs.
With my cat Billy leaving my mum’s room and bolting past me as quickly as possible, it was a rarity to actually see him.
It was clear from the start, seven years ago, that he took an instant shining to my mum Karen, 69.
He’d sleep on her bed day and night, snuggle up close to her face, and even had to hold her hand as he slept – they were truly a pur-fect match.
Yet, that wasn’t the case for me.
In fact, the only reason Billy would want to even get close to me was because of food.
No cuddles, no lap-sitting sessions, he certainly didn’t want to sleep on my bed – simply living in one another’s presence was enough for him.
So, when me and Mum decided
