There has been a new addition to the apartment on the 8th floor this fortnight past. Taco (Belle) was posted as needing a home around the corridors of Penn after the new year, which coincided with our spell of winter blues and consequent kitty-weakness. We haven’t had a cat in the house since Vince died last year, and I think we were starting to miss the litter on the floor, pulled threads in the sofa, puncture marks in the wrist and hungry welcome home/feed me when we came home from work in the evening.

Taco (Belle)

After spending the first couple of days nested in the top of the wardrobe, she started to make herself at home, and we were soon tripping over toys chased around the living room floor.

Deadmouse

Taco is a proper south Philly tabby, and probably should have been called Liberty (Belle) instead. However, the possibilities for a number of deliciously mexican-themed moggies is enticing; watch this space for Burrito, Nacho, Enchilada, Guacamole….

Taco at home