Marley (as in Bob) and Tango.
meet Ron the cat, he is not ours lives at the top of the street but we have loads of bushes in the garden, in fact, we get quite a lot of cats Ron though scratches at our door to be in he loves cardboard boxes and will only eat a certain type of food, when the owners come looking for him he scarpers away
Mango and Roxy
I’m going to get another if it’s a boy he will be Tyson lol
Colin, Arthur and Mister Pops.
Boogie, who passed away 18 months ago:
And Woogie, who's still with me (and grooming his privates as I type it...):
Whoever does not know how to hit the nail on the head should be asked not to hit it at all.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Haven't owned a cat (or vice versa?) for over twenty five years. Used to have Badger, a black and white, nonedescript monster and Smudge a tortoiseshell, soft fluffy thing.
One of the scariest moments of my life: waking up to the upstairs tabby crashing around in the small courtyard outside our bedroom window with it's fat head well and truly jammed inside an empty can of Whiskas. What a noise and trying to get it off of a damp, frightened, overweight cat was no mean feat.
Leggit & Doobage. This was when I was much younger and thought it was cool.
Also..
Smudge, spike, Hamish, Phoebe and Jasper.
Jasper was my favourite, a long haired black and white, friendly and beautiful.
Purrdey and Poppey.
We've had
Miffie
Tigger
Little Un
Moley
Toots
George
Herbie
Over the course of 29 years but now have Polo the staffie.
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