BeckyBenyLegs
Mac was 12 weeks old when we collected him and his sister from the rescue centre - we fell in love with him when we went to look and heard his purr from the other end of the building!
Frst night we had him he hid behind the table lamp, and only came out long enough to pinch pasta from my plate and sniff DH's beer.
He was a huge ginger tom cat, with lovely soft fur, he was crosseyed and had a misaligned jaw too. He was a great hunter though, his favourites being frogs and mice. It's not the first time we have been up an 1am trying to get a traumatised frog out from behind the fridge!
He loved lying on me and would stretch out full length on my legs, and purr so loudly that we would need to turn the TV volume up.
He was really timid too, and if he wasn't sure who was in the house he would hide for ages.
The kids have taken it really badly - not settling at night and the eldest, DS9 was in our bed crying for ages last night. 