So anyway oneday we didn't have any cats...Then along came 2 kittens, Mojo & Sox...after a long chat over a
few cups of coffee and a couple of saucers of milk Sox
wisely decided the local male cat population was far too
much up to scratch and made sure no funny business was
coming her way. Mojo however being a bit of slapper in the
early days got banged up by the first piece of meat that she
could find...the result being 5 more kittens...Penfold "the nothing would melt in my mouth" was one of that litter...litter
is a fair word for Penfold,who's natural instincts lead him to
every McDonalds wrapper and polystyrene carton he can
hunt down.For some reason he was selected as Mr Cutie of the litter...I suspect what was really going on was cat peope have a sixth sense and knew he was a bit of a dribbler (like his mother) and lets face it what self respecting cat would be proud to present you with a 5 day old steak & kidney pie
tin foil tray...Mojo has since washed her paws of him and now dreams of getting revenge on the father...the real problem is the chance of him turning up in her food bowl are to say the least unlike Mojo pretty slender."Meeooooow".
