In the beginning

... there was Rusty, a bundle of red fluff purchased from a pet shop (aargh!) in October 1999. Here he is pictured wedged into pillows beside my bed, oblivious to the grief he was causing me at the time. I'd been on the phone making an appointment to take him to the vet for a check up. I'd searched every room of the house, couldn't find him, so went into a mass panic because I thought he'd got out under the fence. Checked every room again, and there he was, in the last room I looked in again (of course). He's always been able to find the comfy spots, and still finds them to this day.