Eli in a rare moment of calm. I love him to bits, but he’s a terrible brat – and if he’s awake, he’s usually running about the house crazy, terrorising our little Sophie cat, or knocking something off a high shelf. Nature makes cats cute for a reason.

I’m quite sure he wanted me to chase him up the stairs.

This is my cat Eli. Eli sleeps on my feet every night, and visits me when I’m in the bath. Eli likes to eat things, the strangest being an empty popcorn bag. He can’t walk quietly like most cats on account of his huge, thumpy back feet. And he meows like a girl.