looks like he is saying, you did this, now undo it!! oh and where are my balls?
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Deffo an accusatory look there.
As children me and my brothers refused to allow our tom cat to be taken to be neutered so he stayed as a proper tom and had a great life fucking and fighting just like Fat Freddy's Cat ( or F. Frederick Skitty if you prefer). No downside (the resulting kittens are somebody else's problem) and he remained loyal and affectionate to us all. He grew into a huge creature with muscles like Frank Bruno. A visiting American colleague of my fathers saw him stalking about the back garden and thought it was a bob cat.
He would be gone for weeks at a time though, except when my father was away when he would not go far from the house and he'd be in every night to keep us safe.
He also rescued a stray and brought him back to live with us. I think so there would be another cat around to look after the den whilst he was away.
Great story Macca.
Did you ever get a picture of him?
I do have one somewhere of him having a kip on top of the boiler, not on computer though.
Yeah, un-neutered toms are the daddy (literally).
We adopted one as a kitten from the RSPCA, and I don't think he ever stopped growing. But it was all rock hard muscle, and when you picked him up he felt like a bag of coal with legs. I used to wind him up by grabbing his face, and he would immediately wrap his arms round my wrist and pound at my arm with his back legs. I think he enjoyed it really, as he always knew what I was going to do but played along anyway. But he never once bit or scratched us. Same can't be said for the neighbour dogs whose proximity would never be tolerated. Don't know if any of the neighbours had cats, we never saw any.
Actually there was one - the neighbour claimed that her cat's new litter were the result of Riz's philandering, and so we agreed to take in one of the kittens. For all his good qualities, Riz proved to be a shit dad and wouldn't have anything to do with the new arrival. I don't think he wanted his daughter following him round cramping his style with the laydees.
He would disappear for days on end, then eventually he didn't come back at all. I think he went to join the circus.
He really was the best cat in the world, and so considerate. He once accidentally broke the toilet seat, and without being asked, he went down to B&Q , bought a new bog seat and fitted it himself.
I may have dreamt that last bit.
She protected my wife from an aggressive Mastiff yesterday by running forward about twenty metres in front of her and straight at the Mastiff, shifting side on and 'herding' the Mastiff so it couldn't get close. The owner of the Mastiff, who had rescued it the day before and knew that it was aggressive to people, apologised for having it off the lead, saying that she didn't think anyone would be around! When will people learn - she hasn't had time to get to know her dog yet!
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Clever doggie.. Shows devotion too
Thanks, Grant.
indeed she is.. lovely dog... one of the miseries of being badly disabled is not being able to look after a pet.. great company, cats or dogs.