Next instalment of my collection of furry-purrers, I offer Robson, and Thomas
Robson was an ex farm cat that originally lived next door, but decided to move in a couple of months after Poppy did.One morning I found Robson sitting on my kitchen table looking at me. I told him to go home and put him outside, by the time I’d turned back to the kitchen he was already through the cat-flap and sitting back on the table. We went through this procedure three times. I realised at that point that he was intending to stay, so I told him I’d tell his former human this, and gave him a bowl of food.
He was quite a cat, my Alpha Male, and ruler of the area. He was quite a fighter and as hardy as they come, the only vet visits he had (apart from annual vaccinations) was when his right eye got infected and had green gunk coming out of it.
He was healthy right up to the point he got a blood clot in his spine. I miss his character, but he honours me by being my Avatar on the web. He was about 16.
Thomas came to me after being in a kennel for a while as his previous human was emigrating. He was big, the biggest domestic cat I’d seen. He ended up weighing in at over 9kg (20lbs), but he wasn’t fat, just big. He could look in the bathroom sink with his back feet on the floor to see if there was any water in it. When he would drink the water from the sink he would stand with his front feet in the water, he used to leave wet paw prints on the floor.He was a gentle soul, and just adored the Persians when I took them in. Unfortunately cancer got him in the end, he was fifteen and a half. I always called him ‘Thomas’, ‘Tom’ just didn’t seem to fit.
Next instalment of my collection of furry-purrers, I offer Robson, and Thomas
Robson was an ex farm cat that originally lived next door, but decided to move in a couple of months after Poppy did.One morning I found Robson sitting on my kitchen table looking at me. I told him to go home and put him outside, by the time I’d turned back to the kitchen he was already through the cat-flap and sitting back on the table. We went through this procedure three times. I realised at that point that he was intending to stay, so I told him I’d tell his former human this, and gave him a bowl of food.
He was quite a cat, my Alpha Male, and ruler of the area. He was quite a fighter and as hardy as they come, the only vet visits he had (apart from annual vaccinations) was when his right eye got infected and had green gunk coming out of it.
He was healthy right up to the point he got a blood clot in his spine. I miss his character, but he honours me by being my Avatar on the web. He was about 16.
Thomas came to me after being in a kennel for a while as his previous human was emigrating. He was big, the biggest domestic cat I’d seen. He ended up weighing in at over 9kg (20lbs), but he wasn’t fat, just big. He could look in the bathroom sink with his back feet on the floor to see if there was any water in it. When he would drink the water from the sink he would stand with his front feet in the water, he used to leave wet paw prints on the floor.He was a gentle soul, and just adored the Persians when I took them in. Unfortunately cancer got him in the end, he was fifteen and a half. I always called him ‘Thomas’, ‘Tom’ just didn’t seem to fit.
These two boys were friends.