When feeling in need of love and support and nice cuddly things to think about, what do you do? You get a kitten. Or two. Not a beagle or a terrier. Nice one Sylv 🙂 These are Sylv’s cats.
One on the left is Zak and one on the right is Bryan. Bryan is a vampire cat. He sank his tiny sharp incisors into my finger when I caught him. He then turned into a hissing, spitting, shape-shifting fluffball in my hand, whilst I persuaded myself not to faint in the kitchen of the house we got them from. It wasn’t the blood, it was the pain what did it. We now have a wary relationship whilst I ponder how quickly the blood poisoning will spread.
They are both urban boyz, yet to meet our country cats.
Internal rain storm – sorted. External rain – started again.