Brian and Barry. My Mum, an out and proud cat lady, couldn't stand not having a cat in the house after losing Sarah and so Brian and Barry were quickly adopted. Mum felt guilty, but with a house completely set up for cats she was soon won over. Brian and Barry are small, mischievous, totally identical, have already had to be rescued from the garage roof and seem to have brought out the soft side of my 'mans man ex RAF' stepdad who now spends his time worrying that they might get hurt and checking to make sure they've eaten enough each day. It's a good job for my Mum that I'm not cruel enough to see a cat live in my flat, otherwise I would have stolen them a long time ago.
