You can see my house! In 1988–92 my then wife and I occupied the ground floor of the white three-story house to the left (north) of the red building behind the yellow truck in the foreground. We liked the cool climate but the damp got to be too much: some of my books mildewed.
The flat came with a brain-damaged cat; the previous tenant had found her with a cracked skull and had her patched up.
When Lady Underfoot disappeared we sought a replacement at Greyhaven, which had for some time been notorious for supplying local fandom with well-socialized kittens. We brought home Gilgamesh because he jumped up and washed my beard (perhaps mistaking it, because of its color, for one of his tribe; but he never did that again). Soon we decided that he missed his large family, so we brought home his sister Flojo. (But we called them Red and Pink respectively.)
Eventually the missus moved out and we sadly returned Pink to Greyhaven (Red having died, apparently of blunt trauma in the street). I don’t know how she ended up.
I now think Red died of poison.