We've got a lot of cats, really a lot, like 15. They have sort of accumulated over the last five years and it seems quite normal now. Because we have an acre of garden and the weather is good a lot of the time they spend most days sleeping in the forest, eating, sleeping a bit more and if they are being useful killing the odd rat or two. And they do have a large utility room with comfy cat beds for when it's cold or raining. Joyce, Sebastian, Niles and Luka are more inside cats and as I type this are dozing gently on the sofas.
Maybe if you are not a cat person they all look the same but I was thinking yesterday how you can tell so much about a cat's personality by their expression. For example, this is Alix. She's a bit of a loner, bit crabby and quite aloof:
and Ferdinand is a young male who is at that difficult age and rather demanding:
I bottle fed Luka from three weeks old and even though he's two years old he's still a mummy's boy and loves me a lot:
and finally Wilfred; we don't know how old he is as he just turned up in a terrible condition a few years ago and had obviously been in the wars. He's kind and gentle but still has a slightly depressed air about him:
Don't worry, I'm not going to run through the remaining eleven! Well not today anyway.
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