For every essence of how homeloving, and tarty, and sweet and fluffy William is, his brother Maxwell is,as you know, the opposite! When he's in the house he loves cudddling up with his bro, and Clem and the dogs, and he's a "daddys boy" and only wants my attention n loves his tum tickled, but when he's out he struts around the cul-de-sac all big and bad, getting into scraps and causing havoc!
He even took on a neighbours lurcher the other week apparently, needless to say the dog doesn't bother him anymore!
He isn't in the goodbooks today, with it being sunny and us lacking a catflap we leave a little window next to the porch open which allows the cats to come and go as they please; living on a quiet cul-de-sac we don't worry too much even if it does stem off a main road the cats are too bothered with the waste fields and old council storage buildings too the back of us!, and I awoke to Maxwell munching on a half consumed baby rabbit on my bed this morning! It wasn't being squemish or the fact it was dead/he was eating it...just that it caused world war three with the dogs who thought it by rights should be theres!
He's beautiful, my big ginger tom!