So, after the sad death of our previous cat Siouxsie (kidney failure and general old age) on Easter Monday, we nevertheless decided we'd enjoyed the experience of having a rescued cat around the house so much that we went and got another one today, from (Cat Protection's) National Cat Centre near Haywards Heath.
He's 3 years old, part-Persian, mad staring eyes, and the fluffiest cat in the world. He isn't named, as my mum thought, after the twelfth-century Persian mathematician Omar Kayam (my mum really surprises me sometimes), although that is a fantastic coincidence.
But if you can make out the narrow diagonal slash running across his otherwise mainly black face, the Wire watchers among you will understand why we did choose that name...
"How do?"
He's 3 years old, part-Persian, mad staring eyes, and the fluffiest cat in the world. He isn't named, as my mum thought, after the twelfth-century Persian mathematician Omar Kayam (my mum really surprises me sometimes), although that is a fantastic coincidence.
But if you can make out the narrow diagonal slash running across his otherwise mainly black face, the Wire watchers among you will understand why we did choose that name...
"How do?"
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