Catsitting Deserves A Quiet Night
A colleague has just asked me if I would care to look after her senile, blind, deaf, diabetic, incontinent cat for a weekend, on my own, in deepest Sussex, at the end of January.
There is, of course, almost nothing I should like more. How did she guess?
Apparently the cat needs a live-in sitter because she gets panicky if she's left on her own for too long. That'll make two of us, then.