This is Baillie, formerly Sfor, rolling about being a complete tart and playing in a paper bag at his new home.
He's a mischevious, demanding, sweet natured monster - he eats like a horse, wakes us up at 5am asking to be let in the bedroom, plays and chases us about constantly - he has his own games, which involve chasing us up the stairs, then hiding under the bed and leaping out to bat us on the ankles before runnign away expecting to be chased back down the stairs.... and he just loves to be petted. And yes, he is spoiled rotten, but what do you expect? Thanks again for letting us bring him home - he had never been outside as far as we can tell, but now plays out in our garden and everyone else's a lot of time - he has most of the neighbourhood to himself. He was one of two very boisterous cats when we came to look round, and Jared was not sure this would suit us as we normally have a quiet household here, but I made the executive decision and I'm very glad I did.
kind regards,
Sharon and Jared
