Chris and I meet in his office, in his house, just off Westlands. As soon as he opens the door and shakes my hand, he smiles, then asks me to please give him a few seconds as he’ll be right back.
Chris returns and has a seat, but before I get to ask about the huge estate swimming pool and its usage, or lack thereof, he tells me, “the cat has disappeared, as they usually do.”
I’m confused. I hadn’t imagined a conversation on cats being the prelude to our interview. I’m also intrigued. I listen.
Chris tells me, “One night, at about midnight, we were woken up by the sound of a kitten outside, and when we went out looking, we found this little bundle of fur outside, it had been quite badly injured and in a terrible state. We took it in.” This, he says, about the cat that has now pulled a Houdini.