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| Name: |
Monty
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Age: |
Seventeen months old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
British Blue Shorthair
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| Home: |
England, UK |
Monty
is now seventeen months old, but was thirteen weeks in this picture. Young Monty is insane.
Morning routine is to jump over my head twice to wake me. Then pretends to sleep next to
me for twenty minutes until he is bored enough to attack my feet. I get up and am late for
work continually as all my preparations are cues to play.
When I return home from my work he will have victimized his friends at number 8 (four cats,
one house) and possibly been scared by tradesmen and refuse collectors.
He likes to badger me to play with him every hour or so. He does not keep me company
unless it is cold in other rooms, since he was young he has been independent. He was one
of four but his siblings died as his mother was not very fond of her second litter, I
sometimes wonder how it affected him, if at all.
He likes water if it is running or dripping from taps, it surprises me because I had to
fish him from a bath when he was twelve weeks old. He gets on very well with other cats and is
rather sociable, he spends some of his day in the neighbor's house a few doors away. It is
open house at number 8 and various neighborhood cats sneak in through the cat flap to
snaffle food and loiter.
He has a favorite tree to sleep under and always in the same spot, other than his extreme
liking for prawns and remarkable good looks he is no different than any other cat.
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