Toffee is one of those cats who really likes being outside. When we got him from the Pound he was 5 months old and had been living behind a Pizza Hut for a while, so I suspect this is behind his need to be free and unfettered during the day. He's come a long way since we got him: he no longer flattens to the ground in a complete panic whenever someone comes up behind him, he graciously allows FDPG to maul him almost constantly (she loves him with a terrible passion), and he leaps and cavorts like a little kitten with the boys.
And now I won't feel bad when we're out, he's out, and it's raining. He has his bolthole.
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Mine go to the neighbours. Or under the porch. Or a hedge. ...
Aww, that's so sweet. Toffee looks so cosy, curled up in there. And I LOVE nasturtiums.
That picture looks like an illustration from some sort of old-fashioned, animal-centric children's book. I love it!
Thank you thank you. I know, I am coddling him, aren't I? But it looked so cute, and he looks so cute in it. Now all I have to do is hope it doesn't get blown away in the winter storms.
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