I held it at arm's length. The talking cat. No, I'm not insane. It's voice was higher and softer than human of course, but it talked just like the rest of us in English. I did ask if any other languages were known to it, but I was told it had been brought up by a family originally from Wales that had not been allowed to speak their mother tongue in their small village in Somerset.

Bob was it's name. Jet black. Educated, knew far more than me about current affairs, history, geography and was a whizz with the internet, it's paws negotiating a keyboard better than me, I'm often accidentally pressing something and the whole page disappears, often after I've spent hours writing an essay or email. I was secretly impressed at the images folder. Babes. Really hot!

I think Bob can teach me a thing or two about women.