Obie the unfaithful strolled in an hour ago, rubbed himself round my legs, ate two trays of food and sloped upstairs for a kip!!!!!!
The GIT!!!! He decided life was better at Thelma-four-doors-down nearly a year ago, having got fed up with his sister hissing at him. There he gets deli ham, best steak and all the trimmings. However we had to grab him 3 weeks ago and give him a home clippering as he was matted to hell and Thelma couldn't sort him by herself (to be fair it took two of us the best part of an hour with men's clippers on the advice of our vet..and he has the worst covid haircut ever but he feels sooooo much better...if only he'd let us groom him...)
How do I feel slightly honoured that he came HOME when we only ever loved him?!
Here he is, on the stairs looking like he'd never dumped us....! (and looking a bit less dreadful 3 weeks post shave!)