Having always been a cat lover, I was delighted when a furry friend revealed itself on the first morning of our Greek adventure.

The cat’s first attempt at joining in the fun was whilst we were supping our morning coffee on day one.

Morning, I can Haz coffee too?

Having always been a dog lover, the boyfriend struggled with the idea of having a cat around the house and declared it a ‘dirty pest’ (although I was sure that even at this early stage, he didn’t really mean it).

Alarmed that a cat could appear from nowhere, jump into his lap and expect some tickle action – interrupting his much anticipated holiday reading – was certainly a shock to him.

Taa Daa, here I am again! It's OK, I won't bite :)

There we go, perfect fit.

The cat however, persisted in her ‘you will love me’ campaign, by getting involved with the boyfriend’s morning stretch routine –  a strong start which showed off her playful nature particularly well I thought.

I can do that too, look!

I likes this one better.

Without trying much harder, she moved in. Two became three.

Chillin' on the stairs, rollinz, rollinz, rollinz.

Whilst we supped coffee, she supped milk al fresco from the finest bone china.

Nom. K thnxbai.

It didn’t take too long before the boyfriend was giving out tickles without being jumped upon.

No sooner had the cat sat down to bask in the afternoon sunshine; the boyfriend was there, doing the chin, the cheeks, the ears, top of the head and if rumours are true – the belly.

Left a bit...

And so, by the end of week one, a love story unfolded – cat and boyfriend learnt to enjoy time together. He got to read, whilst she got a welcoming lap.

I had readz it anyways.

I on the other hand, got bitten by cat gremlins every night for the remainder of the holiday after this photo was taken.