As in my conservatory.
He was dumped on meby Susan, despite my reluctance, last week. So far all he does is eat, sleep, sit, pee, crap, and growl at me if I go anywhere near him.
He's called Tut but I can think of other names for him which I won't repeat in this blog.
If Moustache hadn't happened to find a home I wouldn't be stuck with Tut.
Also re-homed is one of Aoife's kittens, the little grey one. To be honest, I wasn't sure if this would take but it's been about five days now and I've heard nothing which I'm cautiously assuming is a good sign.
The Kittens (and One Cat) In The Shop.
The one at the top has a slightly deformed front right leg. It's shorter than the other and the claws are turned inward. It doesn't stop him getting about but I hope whoever gets him keeps him as a housecat. All three would make delightful pets.
More Kittens At Carole's.
These five were found in a box dumped by the side of the road. All female, all tortoishell.
Another Cute Photo Of Fifi and Aelfric.