Pretty but deadly

The pitter-patter of my beloved cat’s paws helped me avoid catastrophe

Nicola reached into her boot and took out a large white crate before yanking it shut. Ever since her mum’s washing machine had broken and hadn’t been possible to repair, Nicola had collected her washi

I didn’t know I’d left my poor pooch with a monster

Oh, Max, I’m so miserable.’ Lucy sniffed and buried her face in the pillow, so all I could do was gently pat her shoulder to show I knew how she felt. I snuggled up to her and she turned to me, gather

When I lost my soulmate I turned to my furry friend

Walking around the room, Lucy Ashton watches people gently arrange stems of dahlias, snapdragons and rosemary. The air smells faintly of lavender. Someone leans over to compliment a neighbour’s bouque