Willow came to us as a tiny black kitten, barely twelve weeks old, and quite unsure of the world. For the first couple of weeks she kept to herself, tucked away behind the sofa, working up the courage to come out. But once she did, there was no stopping her, she was soon tearing round the house like she'd always belonged, and she loved absolutely everybody who came through the door. The only things that ever fazed her were the hair dryer and the vacuum cleaner, both given a very wide, very disapproving berth. Everything else, she took entirely in her stride.

Favourite food

Dreamies

Favourite toy

Her bumblebee toy, since she was a kitten

Favourite place

Her sunny spot in the garden

Favourite thing to do

Napping on her favourite chair

Her party trick

Opening the cupboard where the treats were kept

Naughtiest habit

Waking everyone up for cuddles in the middle of the night