The little family of mum Hobbs and her three kittens – all now bigger than their mum – Mouse, Buster and George. They live with me as friends, entertainers, tormentors, comforters and decorators, but I must stress that we are not related: they are not my furbabies, I am not their mummy… They are officially the happiest cats in Romania, with their own rubber stamp of approval stamped all over the house. All over…

Waiting for breakfast. ‘If you don’t feed us now, we’ll eat you.’

Fearless kitten Hobbs, reporting for fun

Hungry Hobbs, five weeks old and skinny as a lizard

Recyclable kittens, two days old

George Mallory Cat on his first day outside, getting a lesson from mum in how to get down from the tree

Buster diving through a hole in the shed roof

George, idiot.

Hobbs, Queen of Carpathians

Hobbs inside, snow outside.

Buster serenading a butterfly

Fana Horse is wondering what to make of this small bold kitten

Mouse gets a wash from her little brother George

George can’t resist the temptation of food – especially someone else’s

Cats lounging on leopard print rug. where else?

Brotherly love. Buster and George are close companions

Better. Mouse in bed heaven

Mouse was not pleased with snow. She has to go out to pee, and she is outside – by a centimetre

Snooze after lunch. Hobbs is now swamped by her giant offspring but still feeding them

Mouse always has something to say

Buster has strong views

George has no dignity. No bones, either, apparently.