The little ginger chap is thriving, Hugh has named him “Boris” but I have always associated this with a burly, maybe Russian giant of a man. In Slavic, the meaning of this name is “Warrior” and maybe it does suit him, as he must be the ultimate survivor, arriving late at night, from somewhere?? Nevertheless, he is doing well. He sits in the plastic bowl on the scales, waiting for a feed, when he gets his daily “weigh-in” ….
See below, did I say Sleep Deprivation rules my life??
Weight Chart for Boris, May 2015
Lip licking in anticipation for breakfast, second sitting, as he has already had one meal at 4.15 a.m.
( Did I mention BROKEN SLEEP???)
The bobbles on Joyce’s pink slippers were passed by in favour of the little box.
I really like to have first go at the crosswords?
He is almost toilet trained!!! Hooray!!!
Now all we have to do is wait for the vet clinic to find his new home, even though Hugh really, really, wants to keep him. I have too much else going on to keep him,much as I would like to as well.
Now all we need to do to finish his story is find where he came from, no-one nearby has a cat with kittens, no-one has listed him as missing, a mystery of huge proportions!!!
Quotation of the day, from Boris Pasternak
“ Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us”
Greetings from Jean