Since I was a child, I have always had companion pets. Now in my late seventies, I have a twenty-three month old neutered male cat, who lives indoors, has the run of the place and is a spoilt brat. Life is strictly on his terms. He's the feline version of the Duchess of Sussex " What Catto wants, Catto gets!" He can be smarm 'n' charm when he wants something (Dreamies/food/to get et under the duvet at night and hog the hot water bottle) otherwise he does exactly what he wants, including random acts of tearing through the whole dwelling, day and/or night, jumping into his water bowl and then patting my face with wet paws, kicking the litter out of its box, not getting the angle of the dangle right for the solid matter and leaving it on the floor after a disdainful sniff,
I wouldn't be without him for the world!
William and Catherine’s Anniversary Photo



