Waxing Lyrical

Rumblebuffin our new cat, or "Mr FurryPants" as R has taken to calling him, is a gorgeous little thing. Well, he's not really little as he's only 6 months and already enormous. A British Short Hair, he's the classic "blue" colour and has the most beautiful features and markings. He's just such a sweet neatured cat that you can't help but love him.

The thing about the breed is that they're very friendly, very curious and totally stupid when it comes to personal danger. They will as happily walk up to a moving car as they will a small child, or go say a friendly hello to a huge starving dog with not a care in the world. So you can't let them out of the house, or they just get themselves killed.

Yesterday, Rumblebuffin managed to squeeze himself out of a tiny gap in the laundry window, and wander around the back garden. R was out looking for him when she heard a couple of young girls over the fence in the high school grounds cooing and aahing about something. She peered over the fence to find Rumbles happily sitting in the arms of a year seven student and being adored by her and her friend. As soon as R poked her head up and said something he looked around very guiltily :) Cheeky little thing had just wandered through the fence to where the girls were sitting and flopped in front of them, demanding pats. Cheeky animal.