I got home from a quick urgent UK trip (my father is ill but that is another story) yesterday morning. As I got out of the car, I heard a miouw. Odd, as all my cats were in boarding, due to be picked up in the afternoon. Anyway, this brown and white cat leapt out at me, miouwing fit to bust and wrapped himself around my feet. It was if he was saying, where have you been? I've been waiting AGES. He is dreadfully thin, but so friendly. Anyway, I opened the door, thinking I would get him some food, and he followed me right inside, into the kitchen, and scoffed a sachet in a blink. While he was eating, he would stop and come and headbutt me, then go back to the bowl, like he was trying to thank me. Afterwards, he jumped on the sofa and curled up asleep, and when I went to sit beside him he put his head and paws on my lap, totally at home. He slept for four hours, completely exhausted, then ate another bowl of food. When I brought my lot home later, I put him in the gite and shut the door, and when I went in to see him in the evening, this time he jumped straight on my lap. He is covered with ticks and fleas, some of which I have managed to remove, and I have Frontlined him and given him a Drontal all purpose wormer. I am taking him to the vet today for a check and to see if he is chipped, as he is obviously a family cat, an absolute lover. I doubt it though, as he is not fixed, and one tends to go with the other. So I may have a sixth cat, if the introductions go OK. The others know he is there, of course, and are all sitting on the other side of the door. He is crying and wants company - he is ignoring the toys I have given him. His paws are sore and his fur, though soft, is staring, so goodness knows how long he has been living rough.
Here he is, a handsome boy, totally at home on my sofa:
Here he is, a handsome boy, totally at home on my sofa: