Pippi
Pippi is our Jack Russell Terrier. She’s the six and a sassy madam that you’ll ever meet! As I currently write this, she’s sitting looking adorable while trying to make me feel guilty that I’m not giving her attention.
She loves running, stalking anything that moves, and her toys and cheese.
Pippi is a dog of few words, not wanting to divulge useful tips that would make it easy to write about dogs, but then again, if she were to tell us, she wouldn’t be able to guilt us into giving her treats and belly rubs.
She has an Instagram page where you can see more pics of her adorable eyes. Check it out here
Mr Bump (2010 – 2026)
Unfortunately, Mr Bump is no longer with us. Having made it to his sixteenth year on this planet, he sadly passed away in April ’26. And I can’t tell you how completely devastated Hannah and I were.
Sadly, Mr Bump had Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy, which is a common heart disease found in cats, and particularly male cats. While I had no idea that he was suffering, as cats are notoriously good at hiding any and all ailments until the last, I was fortunate enough to get one last cuddle with him. I have written a more detailed account of the life of Mr Bump, as a way to memorialise him for myself (Paul, if you weren’t sure).
As I’m writing this, with his picture, which, weirdly, perfectly sums him up. I’m almost in tears because I will forever miss that little grumpy sod.
Named by our niece, Mr Bump was a 16-year-old moggie who was larger than Pippi. Yup, he was massive! I’ve (Paul) owned Mr Bump since he was a kitten, and he was with me through multiple home moves, helped train the countless kittens I rescued, and, in his old age, had become the soppiest little thing.
His nickname was Bump the Grump.
There’s not much to say about Bump other than he was our buddy, and while he was the pickiest eater, he had been through the wars health-wise, and knew exactly how to wind me up; he was brilliant!
