WE nearly owned a cat once. He caused something of a neighbourhood dispute, too. My other half advised keeping our heads down because of it, but I really couldn’t do that when pegging out the washing.

Our lives, your lives... that’s life!

DINNER time, Duncan!” I call, setting down a dish of the expensive cat food the vet recommended on the kitchen floor. Duncan trots in, sniffs it suspiciously, gives me one of his disdainful stares and

MAXINE Clover wondered if she’d done the right thing as the small ginger demon flew round the room. Sheer velocity took it up the walls and claws took it up the curtains. “For me?” ten-year-old Annie

Rocket Woman If you’re going to dress up ...

THANKS FOR WRITING TO US, WE LOVE HEARING WHAT YOU THINK