Cat That Got the Cream!

I’ve been tweeting a lot about my (I say “my” in the loosest possible way!) cat lately because he’s been irritating the bejeesus out of me!  But I thought I’d give you a little insight into his life.

Sleepy boy

Meet Tatty! 

I found Tatty sleeping rough (he’d even lost his sleeping bag and regulatory cardboard box) in my garden back in September.  I tried to feed him and he was sort of happy with the cat biscuits I’d bought for him for a while but after a few days he stopped eating them and looked a bit sorry for himself.

Tatty is an asylum seeker from an unknown country (well, he’s probably British but I don’t know for sure). 

The poor little cat was the skinniest thing I’d ever seen and must have been living rough on the mean streets of downtown (insert home town here) (or his native country) for quite a while.  His bones were poking out all over the place and he couldn’t sit down for too long (I’m guessing because it hurt because he was so thin) and so he spent most of his time just stood up (bless him!).

All was well until Tatty got a cold and because we were having such an unbelievably cold winter he moved inside in around October.  I eventually learnt that the cold I thought he was going to die from was actually a little bit of an allergy to milk – have you ever heard of a cat having an allergy to milk!?  It’s okay though because he seems to be able to drink cat milk (which is different to cows milk apparently but I don’t think it actually comes from a cat).

He likes to be theatrical

Once he’d moved in permanently I discovered why a) he was a bit unhappy with the cat biscuits and b) part of the reason he was so skinny.  Tatty has no teeth!  Not even any broken ones!!  He spends quite a lot of time trying to chew my fingers, but there isn’t the slightest bit of tooth to be found!!

It would appear that the honeymoon period is over!  No more cutesy little photos of my beloved pal!  Hell no!  He’s going back to his roots and sleeping rough…in my closet!  He follows me everywhere…and I mean everywhere – he races me to the bathroom in the morning so he can be sure to watch me do whatever I’m doing (pervert!), he screams like a baby when he wants feeding and he thinks he should take priority over my laptop being on my lap!  Hello Tatty?  You aren’t called a lap-cat…just cat!  There’s no mention of “lap” in your title!

This is what I woke up to the other morning (following a night of him snoring!).  Does he remind you of satan??

Anyone want a cat?

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