I have become rather attached to my little Clawd. He wakes me up in the mornings, purring in my ear, then follows me to the bathroom and plays in the water in the basin while I brush my teeth. He loves to sit near me while I work. He regularly jumps onto my shoulder an asks for a cuddle. But he also likes to romp, and claw and bite - both Graeme and I have the marks to prove it.
He started running away when we let him out to have a wee. Graeme and I looked pathetic as we searched and called for him in the road. (Graeme is also fond of him) He would answer our call, run up to our outstretched hand, tap it, and then run away again before we could catch him. I decided to simply leave the back door open so that he could come and go as he pleases. Now he hardly ever stays out for more than a few minutes....
Abi loves to chase him, but he definitely has the upper hand. 
A rather more contented cat now, 
than what he was when I found him 
than what he was when I found him 
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