The sound of the pitter patter of little feet and the continual litany of feed me! They could almost be children!
Six years ago I became the proud Mum to Tudor. Growing up with a number of cats I thought it was time to get one of my own. She is a one woman cat named after Henry VIII's House. I love her to bits except at four in the morning when she takes over the bed!
Me and Tudor before I left for England.
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The latest of Tudor just before heading to Ballarat.
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The grin says it all, this is my favourite bundle of fluff.
Miss Tudor herself.  |
The real life puss in a boot.  |
This is the main cause of holes in my stockings. This is the
beginning of a life time obsession with climbing clothes horses.  |
No it not a Turish Van Cat it is Tudor pushed into the bath! |
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Now she is all grown up and has a drinking problem. She prefers
to drink out of a glass rather than her bowl.  |
Tudor flat working in Michael office. |
This is poor Tudor at one of the Birthday parties. She was
dressed as a Turtle. The green thing is her shell. |
Tudor making herself comfortable in Dexter's, my housemates,
bed!  |
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Twelve months after I got Tudor I got another cat. This is
Aragon, so cute! She now lives with Eric and Claire.  |
Aragon the fluffy thing relaxing.  |
A rare moment of Tudor and Aragon getting on.  |
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Smokey and Sooty, I grew up with these two beautiful sisters.
Smokey was mine and Sooty Michael's. Sooty lived to 12 and Smokey to 13.
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Millie and Lennie my parents cats. To either replace Smokey
and Sooty or Michael and I in 2000.  |
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