Wilma, star of hiding in full view, was a tabby. In Wilma's Tulip Field Days the main character has to find six different cats, one of them a tabby. Time to talk cat fur patterns.

This cat tableau is from about 1750. It was made by Gleibakkerij Aan de Snekervaart, and you can now admire this dude at the Keramiek Museum Leeuwarden. Isn't this a brilliant cat? With a human moustache for whiskers but his claws seem ready to strike. I just fell in love with him sitting so peacefully on six tiles. Wouldn't he look great on the kitchen wall, ready to pounce a bit like our young Max though if he'd be alive still, he'd be about 280 years old.   I also love the curly lines on his coat, the way his tail sneaks between his paws, how huge he is in comparison to the background, like a dino-cat. And where is he sitting? It looks more like a desert than Frisian meadows...   If you are ever in Leeuwarden, make sure you look him up. There are so many stunning tableaus that you might look past him, but he caught my eye straight away.   If you'd like to see a museum packed with cats, I can recommend the Kattenkabinet in Amsterdam. It's a normal house except it's been occupied by cat art. Everywhere you look you see cat sculptures, cat drawings, feline posters. It's pure heaven.   I would love to hear of any other cats in museums!  

“Gidday stupid,” the cat greeted me. “I’m Spotty. I live at the campus even though my humans

"I am a tulip fields kind of cat. Feet on the ground kind of girl. I don't mind visiting a vet in a car if it's Vet Tony, but don't get me in those big noisy machines that take off.

Hiya, Wilma here. Mind-speaking my Easter wishes to you all. I hope you all enjoy your eggs. I don't like them, neither the chocolate or the real ones. Easter is not so festive for me as when I think of eggs, I think of how when our chooks came, they took over my favourite part of the garden.

One of the workshops of the upcoming Scottish Association of Writers-conference that grabbed my attention instantly was 'Leaving room for pictures' by Morag Hood. She is a children's book illustrator and author. I cannot draw but am a star doodler. Does that count?

No, it's not a drumband playing in my house, it's just my five-month-old kitten banging the hanging extension of my desk," I explained to a customer on the first Monday of the new year.

This is the last photo I took of Prince. He always waited for us on the windowsill. This particular day we had been to Tini's birthday. Tini is Wim's cousin. Her husband Klaas and she used to look after our cats when we first moved to Leeuwarden.

Max is our kitten. He's been with us for two weeks, the last to go of Hans and Sjoukje's double nest. Mother and daughter both had had their kittens on the 3rd of August. We had finally decided we would like a cat back in our house after losing Prince in 2018 and Wilma on Boxing Day 2019.

The kitten was chasing a leaf. Or a twig. A habit she kept for life. On of my payroll colleagues scooped her up, she fitted in one hand, as I came by on my lunch walk.