We used to live a few doors up from a cat called Billy
Billy used to lay on his owner's front garden wall-we often saw him sunbathing
He looked just like a fluffy,black and white,over stuffed football-hardly half staved
The local vets used to get him handed over at least 3 times a week as some idiot would look at him,decide he was not only half staved but looked lost
He was known for doing his 'I'm so hungry,I don't get fed often' meow while his fat,over stuffed arse hung over 'his' wall
It was crazy-his owners tried everything to get people to stop but they where ignored
He went missing once-turned out an old lady had taken him,trapped him in the house and fed him so much crap,he somehow looked twice his size-he was struggling to walk
Where I live now,there is a cat we've renamed '6 dinner sid'
Beautiful,well looked after,well fed and still comes to ours on a night doing his 'I'm half staved' meow at us
He gets a fuss and sent on his way
The amount of posts on fb about him is insane
'I've just seen this poor cat laid on the road-is he ok?'
He's fine Sharon,he's just being a twat
''This poor half staved puss keeps coming to my house-do i feed him?'
No
'This lovely cat is sat on a bin at number x,do I take him to the vet?'
He's minding his own business-just leave him alone
Madness