I’d had a rather rough Christmas and New Year but my fortunes changed when the people I immediately knew I wanted to adopt turned up at Paws and Claws.
I tried them out first by coming out of my cave and doing a bit of a lap cuddle (much to the surprise of the P&C staff) and for me the deal was sealed. But just to make sure they were on the same page, for the ENTIRE car trip to my new hills home, I told them (in my loudest voice ever!) that I was a distinguished gentleman of 9 years and that I would absolutely not put up with negligent servants, kids or other pets.
They seemed to understand because when I got home they lavished me with perfect quiet spaces (replete with soft cuddly blankets) where I could sleep off the anxiety of late and with all the food I could eat which I gratefully tucked into right away as I hadn’t been eating much recently.
Since then, I’ve mostly been catching up on much needed sleep but I have also spent a bit of time on my bedroom chair gazing out the window and out in the lounge room watching Big Bash cricket with the staff.
I have also taken up running again and occasionally take fast sprints around the rest of my castle; it is important for those in their twilight years to stay in shape. Yes, I think this place and the servants that come with it will do.
NOTE FROM THE SERVANTS (Rob and Leslie): A big thank you to Paws and Claws and their vet for your kindness and all you did for Winston. He is darling little cat and a wonderful addition to our family.