I don't know if anyone recalls around 18 months ago I adopted a lovely cat that was about 8 years old and had three legs. The very lovely reggie.
Well. The other week a stunning ginger boy came up on a rescue I follow. He also has three legs.
He's a gorgeous massive friendly boy and I'm so pleased him and my old boy don't hate each other. (Although I think I'm pushing it to say they're friends just yet).
I'm going to turn into crazy cat lady arent I?