That was the year that was: Killer and Vince

For better or worse our grand scheme of moving to America included carting our kitties with us. Sadly (very, very, very sadly) for us it was not to be. We were (and continue to be) devastated by the sudden death of Killer-Cat and the subsequent rapid fade of Mr Vince. Our home, in any country, feels sad and quiet without the pitter patter of little paws and the sound track of Killer's constant commentary. It was probably for the best that we weren't given time to dwell on it too much last year. We made them a secret part of our wedding - hopefully the kind of secret that will bind us together.