Let’s dance!

As of yesterday evening, I have a cat again!

Well, I have a purring noise under the sofa, disappearing cat food in the kitchen and wet spots appearing in the litter tray, anyway. Occam’s Razor suggests the presence of a cat.

His name’s Spike, he’s black and white and fluffy and his previous owner left him behind when she had a stroke and moved to live with her daughter. So he’s been living rough and has horrible solid blocks of matting on both hips. He’s got an appointment with the vet tomorrow, so shaved cat pics are in the offing if they decide he’s healthy enough to be sedated and go under the clippers….

Celebratory Catgroove:

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