Coal for Cats!

For a wee change I thought I'd share these snaps my mum sent of my puss Feef.  Sadly I couldn't take him with me to Glasgow when I moved here in 2001 as he's too used to the farm so he stayed with Mum and Dad.

Feef (named by my then 5 year old sister Fifi until we realised he was a bloke!) is not a cuddly cat...oh no!  He generally hates people and will think nothing of taking a swipe at you if your not careful!  He gets on ok with my mum (when he's not trying to psych her out or trip her down the stairs) but he's my baby really.  He'll let me pick him up and snuggle him but that's not to say he won't bite or scratch me a while later!

Anyway, I'm not painting him in a very friendly light - precisely for the reason that he's not very friendly!  He's my best boy though and I love him a pathetic amount!

Some of his hobbies include; playing football with eggs and smashing them on the floor, coming on long walks, chasing balls round as if he were a kitten (he's 15 but doesn't look it) and.....


...sleeping in the coal bag!