Tazamerati is a stupid name for a cat, but unfortunately it’s the name he’s stuck with.

I’ve said that when we get another one (in a long time) that we can either get a black cat called Sputnik or a ginger one called “The Archduke Franz Ferdinand”, both seem appropriate names for cats.

“Taz” has gone from a massive four bedroom house with access to outside space, to a small pokey one bedroom flat where he can watch the world go by past the windows and that’s about it. So far he’s actually better behaved in his new house than his old, although he’s having far too much fun terrorising my fish…

This is the dawning of a new era… or something.

Nicky moved in on Saturday, so now we start the task of wading through a million and one cardboard boxes full of books and dvds till we can clear the front room and actually relax again.

I miss my flat… and my space… ah well, at least I’ve got another week before the cat moves in as well and destroys my beautiful flat…

Oh, I am happy about all this, despite how it might sound!