I’m house-sitting / cat-sitting for my cousin this week and while it’s fun having the place to yourself, it’s also quite stressful. Rex (pictured above) is the only real stress factor.

The first time I looked after him he fell out the window from a two-story apartment. The next time I looked after him I nearly cooked him when I left the central heating on all day. Wasn’t my fault, the heater had a stupid off button that didn’t always work. Anyway, there are plenty more stories but I won’t bore you.

The thing that’s most fascinating about Rex is his personality. If you’ve met Rex you’ll know that he’s not the friendliest cat in the world and is often seen as a snob. If you get too close he’ll run away from you or duck so you can’t pat him. BUT when you get him on your own (with no other people or pets around) he’s actually quite affectionate. He’ll sit there purring while I pat him but as soon as Rocky (the other cat) walks into the room, Rex bolts and acts all like “yeah, whatever”. Cats are so strange.