I must admit that I am not a cat or dog person. Looking after my son's cat (long story) since last Easter and for about another 5 or 6 months has been totally out of my comfort zone. When my son and his partner got her she was about 2 years old, according to the vet. She was just a handful of fur and bones. With decent food and tlc she is now a very healthy cat, but she goes straight into hiding when anybody comes to my house, and often the claws come out when she doesn't like anything. But Guinness and I have developed a mutual respect for eachother and she now spends most of her time next to me and loves being stroked. I sometimes wonder what her life was like before Chris and Kerri rescued her.
Here she is a couple of weeks after they got her.
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And here the little minx is today.
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