A long time ago I used to have two Burmese cats (ex-wife took custody due to my travelling tendencies). My shoulders were an absolute state through claw marks; the little girl could almost reach my shoulder I one but usually needed to dig her claws in to my back for the last bit. It’s quite surreal walking around with a cat sat parrot style on your shoulder, a bit like long John silver but with a chocolate brown moggie instead of a parrot.
It's quite obvious that Big Ron was helping with the ironing. Our Cerys will sit on piles of dry washing and I'm sure she is trying to flatten the creases
Love the photos Wafflycat - especaily the one in the tree LOL
Very strange this thread - first Big Ron is the spit of a cat i had, and Waffles up the tree is the spiting image of my cat Charlie! He is mainly black, with a beautiful white chest and tummy and white socks on! My OH says all he needs is a bow tie
But looking at your Waffles is like looking at my Charlie!