Pointing a laser pen on the floor, I laughed.
Charlie and Squeak were going crazy, purring and meowing with their eyes focused on the light.
Living with my nan, Veronica, when growing up, I was surrounded by cats.
Furballs and mice were frequent sights, but I just loved coming home from school and seeing them.
They would brush up against my legs and settle down on my lap when I watched the TV, too.
Yet, when it came to moving into my own flat in 2019, Charlie and Squeak sadly passed away.
Taking a huge step and moving in on my own, I considered having some feline company, too.
Organising my things into the cupboards, I knew how lonely
