In Toby's 16 years, I did two postgraduate degrees, had five paid jobs of varying tolerability, lost my three surviving grandparents (I feel like I should add here that Toby never even met any of them, he wasn't some sort of cat Dr Shipman!), and had some fairly good highs and terrible lows.

That's a lot... and yet, it still feels like not that long ago that we brought home this little 12-week-old kitty who was into everything and was difficult to photograph because he never stayed still.