my name is henry. things have been a bit strange lately. my brother, william, and i used to live with julia but one day she went away and we haven't seen her since. anne, who lives on the farm and has 2 cats of her own, very kindly started feeding us and providing us with love and companionship. we have decided to move in to her house now that the nights are getting colder.

anne also has 15 chickens - but we get on fine with them. they, like us, love to lie in this autumn sun - though they spend their time kicking up the dust while we prefer to stretch and preen.

our lives are starting to settle down again. anne tells us that it is julia's funeral tomorrow - i am surpised that she died because she was only 44 human years old. anne says that she did not want to leave us without saying goodbye but that she became ill so quickly that she didn't have a choice.

anne works at the local hospice, where julia died, and she was very upset for several days. we all gave her lots of love and attention, even sleeping on her bed so that she was not alone. i think that tomorrow will be difficult for her - but we will be here for her when she gets home.

it is strange learning to live with another person but anne's cats, maisie and charlie, have been remarkably accepting of the situation. i understand that julia has set up some kind of trust fund for us - to pay for our insurance, vet bills and holidays ( anne goes to new zealand to see her son and is away for a month at a time) the food is certainly good here, though anne says that we eat better than her she doesn't try to feed us cheap stuff - well, she did once but we all went on hunger strike and held out until she saw the error of her ways.

i will get anne to upload some pictures of my brother and her 2 cats.