LIFE

Percy

Cat-haters look away now…

Meet Percy. My lovely moggy, who I bought three years ago from Gumtree for £45. Bargain.

Percy likes expensive cat food, sleeping on the radiator, scratching and pawing at my bedroom door if I’m not awake at the normal time and sitting on me when it’s least convenient. And sleeping with his front paws outsretched, which led to his nickname, Superpurrce. He’s had to move five times in his little life, so he now only goes outside to poo. He’s a complete wimp. Beryl the tabby next door lives in hope that one day her unrequited love for him will be requited. I can’t see it happening myself, as I reckon he miaows for the other team.

He still misses his best friend, Fat Black (who was fat and, er, black), who he had to leave behind when we moved from Wandsworth Common.

He’s the best flatmate I’ve ever had.

 

 

Like what you just read? You can follow me on TwitterFacebook and Bloglovin' to be the first to know what I’m up to. And I’ll love you forever!

1 Comment

  • Reply
    It’s amazing what a lick of paint will do » Life by Lotte
    October 8, 2013 at 9:07 pm

    […] no, that’s not quite true. It all started with a cat. And the need to shut him out, which resulted in this shiny new (old) door on my kitchen, from […]

  • Leave a Reply