Seven today – can you believe it? Seven years (well, less eight weeks) with my gorgeous mums and the sprog. Gone by in a trice. I remember the first day I came here, brought home in a cat basket! I was bit smaller then, of course; about the same size as the resident cat, Sherry, who was responsible for whipping me (literally) into shape and teaching me my cat manners. I wasn’t very happy when she wapped my bum while I was eating but it taught me to be wary of cats and respect their superior ways, warranted or not.
Wasn’t I just the cutest puppy? Not that I’ve lost the cuteness now I’m a big boy. I still take a mean portrait. Agree?