When my cat Daisy died 3 years ago I was not sure that I would ever be able to face having another, but in the last few months I had come to feel that the gap created by not having a cat around the place was every bit as painful as the thought of one day having to face the loss of another. And then a few weeks ago we were contacted by friends who had realised that the recent birth of their son meant they were no longer able to give their much loved cat Tubbs the attention he needs, so we agreed to adopt him. He was a rescue cat discovered as a kitten about 6 years ago living feral or dumped in the grounds of a London college. Although tests at the rescue centre had been negative, unfortunately later tests proved positive for FIV. But there is every chance he will live a long and healthy life and we will certainly make sure he is as happy as possible. He is quite a nervous kitty, but luckily took to me quickly and is an amazingly affectionate and adorable little fella.