I went to the RSPCA cattery a couple of weeks ago for a wander round and rather lost my heart to this little fella. It's been nearly six months since Oscar went and although I'm still not over that (you never really are, are you? I'm going to miss my ginger bundle of fluff forever), the house needs a cat in it and I need something to spoil rotten.
Apparently poor Phil was very shy and bewildered about why he was in for rehoming. Everyone said he would take ages to settle in and probably be hiding underneath things for weeks. HA. Yeah, right. Took him about 20 minutes to get his paws well and truly settled in once he was through the front door.
His favourite things are:
Catnip mouse. Kills it dead at least three times a day.
Snoozing.
Sitting on me.
Not standing still long enough to have his photo taken.
Lounging around.
He's quite the dude.
Apparently poor Phil was very shy and bewildered about why he was in for rehoming. Everyone said he would take ages to settle in and probably be hiding underneath things for weeks. HA. Yeah, right. Took him about 20 minutes to get his paws well and truly settled in once he was through the front door.
His favourite things are:
Catnip mouse. Kills it dead at least three times a day.
Snoozing.
Sitting on me.
Not standing still long enough to have his photo taken.
Lounging around.
He's quite the dude.






