This is Fat Bastard, he's our outside cat, been with us now for a good many years, since he was a kitten. He is quiet timid, lets me stroke him, but rejects everybody else. Every morning he arrives outside the kitchen door asks for food, flashing his plaintive eyes, always gets it and always demolishes it in one sitting, same at lunch and teatime, no wonder he is the size of small dog. I reckon he eats about as much as our two indoor cats put together.
It's difficult to say if this photo is of him, but he is certainly one of the three siblings noshing outside the kitchen door when the were just kittens. When they were young, we reckoned that they lived on our extension roof under the overhanging tiles of our main house, probably a little too lethargic to get up there now, but he manages to keep dry and warm somewhere.
Our indoor cats seem to be quiet happy today sleeping in the front room, out of the wet and cold.
On the left is the daughter.
And on the right is mum cat.
It's a pleasant change from them
both sleeping on my model railway.
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