Grommart -A new kind of art

Oh Lordy, Grommart. Gromm-art, well, Grommart is just Grommart really. She's as batty as a bat with its bum on fire. She is a consumate hunter of rats and mice. She races around the house, skidding round the corners on the wooden floor and uses Partly as a cross country jump.

Grommart is very quiet until visitors come. Then an amazing transformation happens. She goes from being a quiet shadow following me around to a total arsepain intent on annoying the guest so much, they leave. She smooches excessively, jumps up and sits on their shoulders, kisses their faces, kneads their stomachs and will not sit still. Even cat lovers admit, Grommart is a pain. I have to lock her in the bedroom when visitors come.

Grommart loves dogs. She befriends any dog she can, mostly the dogs are terrified of her, until they get to know her. Partly adores Grommart, they snuggle up together on his bed and smooch each other.However even Partly gets annoyed when she goes on to excessive love mode.

Grommart is the house monitor. She monitors everything, from the bathroom to the kitchen. She is obsessed with my hairdryer, as soon as I switch it on she flys in to the bedroom to watch. You get the feeling she knows how to do it better but she isn't telling.