They are planning to take over the world I tell you.
Sorry to hear that. They leave a big hole when they go. He was a handsome beast indeed.
Sorry to hear that, he was a good looking master.
Condolences . . . .
He seems to be recovering well, got up this afternoon (nightshift atm), he had parked himself in my spot on the sofa and when I tried to move him, he gave me that "Dad, I'm poorly, can't you sit somewhere else" look (the answer was no, of course). On my way to work, the OH texts me with the news that Ginge had nicked one of her biscuits whilst she was sitting on the sofa and ran off with it (and it had to be a ginger nut).That's a relief, my best wishes for a full recovery.
My parents didn't get another after their last one passed about 10 years ish ago. In hindsight and now they in their twilight years they bitterly regret it.So sorry to hear of recent bereavements, beautiful moggies, the lot.
I vowed to not get another, but a few recent, casual house viewings by prospective feline owners during a cold snap (winter), may well take the choice out of my paws.
A handsome, yet thin ginger puss took my fancy, but she had a collar. She gets a little feed after work, just in case.
RIP Mr Chippy and sincere condolences
He waits for me to give him food, he knows better that to come close to me when I'm eating. This is his "sitting between us begging face".