Trophy Cats.
So… my ‘I’m really more of a dog person’ girlfriend has added cat number three…
Meet Max
He was one of a litter of surprise kittens produced by cat belonging to her friends who was adopted with paperwork saying she’d been spayed…
Sam, her three legged cat has risen to the occasion brilliantly and the two have become pretty much inseparable;
Olli, her other adult cat (and her first) has been more standoffish but he’s coming around too.
I am told this is now ‘it.’ We shall see…
He is gorgeous
Lovely looking little fella.
He’s a handsome cat but he bloody knows it, the little poser. We’re waiting to see if the ‘can’t decide if I’m long or shorthair’ coat and visible tiger stripes make it into adulthood.
FoL had a case referred to her service yesterday of a woman who attempted suicide stating that she just couldn’t cope anymore.
When social services entered her house they found 65 cats in a small 2 bed property No wonder she couldn’t cope, those fuckers are running her life.
Apparently there is no mental health service that will take on a woman who felt the need to fill her entire house with cats everywhere
Lunch at my local cat café today. If the calico hadn’t already been reserved she would have come home with me.
