FLUFFY
Fluffy was 17 years old when he arrived in June 2009.
Angie received a call from a woman one Saturday to say that she needed to rehome her cat, because she was going abroad later that day. Angie explained that there was no room and asked if she had tried elsewhere, the women said no. A very exasperated Angie told her to ring around and recontact her if no luck but gave no assurances. At that age, he would be going nowhere but here.
When Angie arrived, the woman (in tears!) was sitting on the floor in an empty house, with Fluffy in a basket on her knee. Her neighbour had advised her just to put him out and lock up.
He was not used to other cats and at first was aggressive, he wasn't one to back away. But the other cats are used to this with newbies and tended to ignore him. It took a few weeks but he has turned into a charming chap, he sits on the back of the sofa by the radiator with the others and loves fuss and attention. He has a passion for chicken or coley, and reluctantly eats whiskers in the evening (if nothing else is going). His character is amazing, he should be called the Major but at 18yrs we kept his own name, afterall, sometimes that is all they have left.
