Pooboo!

The cat you see before you is the most friendly, cuddly, benign creature you could wish to meet – unless you’re his brother. Unfortunately, he’s not ours. Fortunately, he visits most days so we get the opportunity to rub his tummy; his most favourite thing. In fact, you only have to look at him and he flops over, legs in the air, waiting for a tummy rub. We call him many things, but daughter mainly calls him Pooboo. Not sure why, although he does tend to whiff a little on occasion.

He is often in the wars and you can probably see the furless patch on his cheek – we assume this was from a fight with another cat but it’s all healed now and the fur is growing back nicely.