My regular readers will know that sadly in August our cat Bolt was killed by a car.

Bolt’s mother ‘Mrs’ missed Bolt more than I could have expected – after all they were both middle aged cats who generally appeared to do their own thing.

However Mrs went into real decline, she stopped hunting, ate very little and hardly seemed to go outside.

With this in mind (and the fact that we missed Bolt like crazy) we decided to get a new kitten, so two weeks ago Myles Icarus Bryher Moore entered our lives.

His name is a result of allowing three boys aged between six and ten to choose his name – Bryher was my choice after a brilliant holiday spent on this island.

Myles originated from Beaminster and is a very handsome tabby kitten.

When he first met Mrs they both doubled in size and circled round each other but within three days they were sleeping on the same bed.

The most remarkable change has been in Mrs herself – she is eating well and going out again but more significantly she is hunting like crazy and bringing in what she catches for Myles.

She brings him a freshly killed mouse; he plays with it for a while and then eats it. It makes for a return to mouse guts on the carpet but I do not mind as it means we have our old Mrs back.