George was aquired in the pub, a lovely old bloke said do you want a kitten, I said I would think about it, next week George turned up, a ginger ball of fluff. He spent his informative months being hauled round the house by Harry my chocl lab, as Harry was worried that he would get lost. From that moment on he took no shit from dogs and indeed at times thought he was one. Friends used to bring young puppies around for a telling off from George. I went to America for 2 weeks, he decamped to the pub oppsite th epub from 1030 until 3pm, home for tea and then back in at 6 until they kicked him out at closing time.
I moved home across the park (village setting so think stately home type park) and my cottage was let by my mother for holidays, George used to go and visit frequently and be fed by said holiday makers. His favourite place was the strawberry frames. He liked to lull dogs into false sense of security by letting them past two or thre times and then just as they were getting confident, attacked them, I have never seen a dog retaliate against him though 
He used to go for long dog walks with my Dad. Parents moved house to a new one 5 miles away. George moved and then walked the 5 miles back to the old house where my SIL found him, he went back to my parents and has had a lovely 2 years annoying moorhens, ducks and taking up swans and finding his alltime favourite sleeping place under the willow tree.
George was put to sleep on Monday after stopping eating. He was 14.