Meet Mr Puddles

So if you read my babbling about where I've been and why I've been absent from blogging recently then you'll know we gots ourselves a lil' kitty.

LOL ignore Martins pants - at least they're clean...

Say hello to Mr Puddles.
AKA horrid little furball that bites my elbows and sleeps in the kitchen sink.

We didn't plan on getting a cat at all. We're only in a teeny flat (for the time being) so it made sense to wait until we moved into our own house to get a pet. But Mr Puddles found me and I just couldn't say no.

 I was working in a particular street where I had quite a few customers (when I was collecting loan payments as a "debt collector"), and this adorable little cat followed me to every house, walking between my legs and nuzzling me. I let him accompany me and gave him some little cuddles. 'Cause, y'know, cat (!!!). When I went back to the car to make some phone calls and update the tablet he sat on my lap while I worked. He was pretty skinny and only looked a few months old but he seemed generally healthy enough and was so nice I assumed he was someones pet.

When the time came for me to drive away, I popped him onto the pavement and got back in the car. He jumped back in before I had a chance to get in myself! This happened a few times and it got to the point where he was hiding under my coats in the backseat trying not to go outside. So I walked him to the other end of the street and popped him down again when another car next to us opened their door. He jumped in and the driver picked him up by the neck and literally TOSSED him through the air onto the ground. He was petrified bless him, he ran and hid behind their front wheel and they started the engine. When I told them the cat was under the tyre they couldn't care less and started to move.

So I picked him up and took him home. I was absolutely not going to let him die on the street. I checked Facebook and lost cat pages for a week or so, and checked if he was microchipped. No one came forward, he wasn't chipped or neutered and he was very underfed. So we welcomed him into the flat and he's the happiest little guy ever.



He loves cheese and absolutely any food he can get his face into. He licks my ears while I sleep (gross). He bops you on the nose in the morning when he's ready for you to get up. Sitting in a cardboard box or a Sports Direct bag is his favourite thing. He loves playing hide and seek and "finding" me when I hide behind a piece of paper. He curls up next to me and naps while I work from home. He is an absolute terror trying to eat all my plants (fake and real). Christmas trees are a pillar of amazement with balls to knock off and roll around the floor ALL NIGHT. I haven't gone to the toilet in peace since we brought him home. And I literally love him soooo much.

Get used to his face, guys. You're going to be seeing a lot of him.

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