Tell me about your British Shorthair

[Killerqueef]

Mine has access to the outdoors but she won’t go out.

She is desperate for attention but if you try to stroke her she runs away.

If you touch her she miaows as if to tell you to fuck off.

If you look at her she miaows as if to tell you to fuck off.

She adores the kids and wants to be next to them all the time.

She has a little saggy belly because she is lazy.

I love her so much ❤️

Adult DS has two of them, they are indifferent to him but all over me like their long lost mum when I visit every few months. It does piss DS off as he treats them like princes. 😂

Cat#1 on the 'nip
Cat#2 showing us her happy face

She's long dead (well, she'd be 37 by now so hardly surprising) but she was very beautiful and incredibly dim. She could walk along the top of a fence and breathe at the same time but if she saw a bird there'd be a wail and an undignified scramble as she fell off into the shrubbery. The other cats went hunting and brought back mice and shrews but she brought in feathers. Not from birds she'd caught, you understand, just feathers.

But on warm rainy nights she came into her own and went hunting for her own special prey, that none of the other cats ever brought home. She was a master hunter of worms. She'd come proudly through the catflap with a pink worm moustache contrasting beautifully with her grey fur then pop it on the floor and pat each end until it was rescued or it got too frayed to be a worm. Then she'd abandon it. I am here to tell you that worms do not get on well with carpets and central heating, and that there's nothing like treading on a slightly worn worm on the stairs in the morning to really wake you up and remind you that you should be wearing slippers.

She liked sitting on laps being stroked and cuddled but if she wasn't reminded of this regularly she'd forget and become quite timid. Sadly, when my daughter was born my lap was always full of baby and she forget all about liking human contact and took to hiding, so she went to live with a friend who had a chronic illness and they loved each other very happily for the rest of her pampered life.

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I love mine but he is a funny bugger. He loves to be nearby at all times, will run to the door when we come in and never strays but he won't get on our laps and he hates being picked up. He will hare out the front door in excitement if he gets a chance but as soon as we shut it he will cry pitifully on the doorstep to be allowed back in. He loves visitors and is incredibly nosey and I've never come across anyone who isn't charmed by him.

He will often do this weird dance where he comes to you for a stroke and then backs off when you try to give him one although other times he loves a stroke and a tummy rub. He loves to lie next to us or by our feet on the foot stool. When our other moggy cat died he was depressed for over a year and only really came back to life when I started to stroke his face and rub my head on his head rather than stroke him on his head and back. Somehow this made him feel loved again.

He is the worst climber and jumper in the world but he is also surprising fast and strong despite his advancing years. He's always slept about 18-20 hours a day and he feels the cold a lot so I bought him a heated bed and he fights me for my heated throw.

He is lovely with my two needy Ragdolls and I love to see how different the two breeds are. He's twelve now and the thought of him not being here in the future makes my heart ache.