Postcards from the hedge So I want a cat... A cute kitten which will bond with me, purr like a Disney cat, have a pleasing whispy miaow and a fondness for naps on my lap. Well that's not going to happen is it, nope that guilty feeling grabs the back of you subconscious. You can't just go out and buy a cat when so many are discarded, left to drown in brick filled sacks dropped into canals or smoked illegally as "cat" is the next big buzz. So a quick search of internet sites is done. All the cats are elderly, all the cats are on meds, all the cats are suffering from PTSD... I can't remember a major feline based drug conflict but I digress. I now have the image of one eyes ginger tom saying "catnip wars man, ya had to be there, I have seen beyond", before turning and licking his bottom. Take Molly a gorgeous lady who needs a very special home. Not keen one being fussed about but will let you know when she has had enough. She likes her own company unless...