Decent handwriting for a cat 
Smiling cos you’re both back 
…butter wouldn’t melt
After giving me some Employment Law advice , it was time for Rest and Relaxation for Lord Boots. Note ‘Kill Button’ is not activated.
Update: The day after that photo was taken, he decided to bring a live mouse in, which hid under a speaker. Lifted the speaker and he just sat and fucking stared at it. Ended up having to pick up the fucking mouse (which bit me), and put it back outside.
About an hour later he was back in the house with the same mouse, now appreciably injured, which he continued to play with, until I took it back outside and stoved it over the head with a breeze block.
The twat.
I use my co2 pistol for that,
Loki always brings his 1/4 dead stuff in to the kitchen. To be fair he advertises the fact by yowing really loud so that we come and admire his prowess as an apex predator. Then he drops it and depending on species and level of injury it either scuttles away under a cupboard/appliance or flaps around the kitchen. I’ve learned to bring a wastepaper bin in to the kitchen when he yows away now.
He brought a fucking huge rat in the other week which he’d chewed a back leg off, but was dragging itself around like the Terminator, leaving a trail of blood all over the tiles.
The cunt.
Wow, top cating…
, warm cat on my lap 
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