Well, where to begin? Here we have Billy and Zarny and Billy is the ahem, pee-er so to speak.
He is a gorgeous 7 yr old ragdoll (for those of you who I haven't rambled to yet!) ex stud and been kept in a pen in the garden.
He isn't a typical ragdoll, he is not very confident, scared of people walking around the flat, not interested in food. Has a very judgemental face
when we got him he peed EVERYWHERE and successfully destroyed a stretch of carpet (now replaced). He was utterly terrified (that was with 1 pet remedy and 4 feliway plugs going!)
BUT...
He now follows us to the kitchen to see whatcha doin? Throws himself on the floor for cuddles (when we are sitting down). Delights in playing with toys and throws himself into any play session with wild abandon! This morning the bed mice surrendered!
He loves webbox sticks and so very gently takes them from our hand.
He doesn't purr often, but when he does, oh boy it's a Barry white deep deep tone and it warms my heart to hear it.
Inside he is a giant marshmallow with messy fur (think Einstein, his winter coat is all wild long tendrils!!) That feels like I would imagine stroking a cloud.
He still pees very occasionally (had one this morning where a tray was moved from a week ago, and yes we have 5 trays for 2 cats) but do you know what? As long a he is happy I don't care!
So this is my confession, I love a piddler, and ain't nothing nobody can do to change it!
(And don't worry he still sits in judgement watching us, I do wonder what goes through his head)