There was a sense of inevitability when the Breadknife casually mentioned she'd seen on her work intranet that someone was trying to offload a couple of cats. One of them's a British Blue she said (knowing full well that I like that breed) He's four years old. Do you think it'd be nice to have another boycat around the place? Well yeah, actually it would. We've not had a boycat since Hobbes died and that was summer 2005. It was time we did something about that. So the Bread went to see him and came back full of how lovely he was.
So we adopted him. He's great, very affectionate, but by god he's fat. Blue's are a big breed anyway but this chap's arse is about a foot wide! He's also a bit of a puff. He's still not faced Isis down and she's barely half the size of him.
Here he be.
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He's a beauty! Not fat at all! :)
(He'd rattle in Thom's big belly!)
Little bastard didn't come back in this morning. I hate when they do that. :(
Has he got a machine gun?
He's a feline master of the martial arts. He sneers at guns.
Awwww. He's gorgeous.
Not to worry, he's probably out on the tiles showing the ladies a good time.
ooh rad mate he's just lovely!!
i hate it when they don't come back in too. chances are he's exploring his new environment.
i look forward to hearing about his exploits :-)
Did Gus come back?
Yes he did mate. He stayed in a few hours and then went out all night. I think like Bod says he's scoping his territory. Probably defending it too.
ahhh I'm soo jealous. He is a hansome fellow. x
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