I have a new cat called Harry. I’m sure you could have worked that out from the title though.
On top of an ovenglove on the George Formby grill in the kitchen.
You give then almost unlimited places to sleep. Yards of carpet, an empty sofa, plenty of chairs, a bed, and where do they pick? Balanced precariously on top of a camera bag, that’s where.
Scully has taken to hoiking a lump of food out of the bowl, taking it into the dining room and eating it off the floor.
After several weeks of confinement, I’ve let Mulder and Scully out of the house again. I wonder if they’ll disappear for several months like last time?