Whoever would’ve thought that former East End hard-cat, Eric, would be upset by a teensy weensy bit of snow? Turns out he hates having cold feet!
Here’s a few pics I took this morning when he forced himself outside to patrol the garden. I wish I’d taken video of this now, as there was an awful lot of growling, snarling, hissing and general feline effin’ and jeffin’ going on everytime he stepped in the snow! I got bitten a couple of times too, as naturally it was all my fault. (Apologies in advance for the language, but I’m afraid Eric’s just that kind of cat!)
“Oh – FFS!”
“Look at it! It’s bleedin’ everywhere!”
“I’m getting p*ssed off with this!”
“Now I’m REALLY fackin’ p*ssed off!”
“Right – let’s get fings sorted. This needs a bleedin’ sniff.”
“This needs a fackin’ spray.”
“Job’s a good un’ – I’m back indoors. You can stay out ‘ere if you like, you muppet!”
“This is more like it! Milk, 2 sugars please, luv – and look lively abaht it!”
Haha…brilliant! Where did you get Eric’s harness from?
It’s from Mynwood Cat Jackets. I keep meaning to write a review as I’m very impressed with it – it’s been keeping Eric in check for months now, with no signs of wear and tear, and he’s a big lad who puts it under a lot of strain!
Eric I don’t blame you. I don’t like the snow either!
“Cheers, luv! No one likes freezing their plates off when it’s brass monkeys out there.”
I’ll translate that for you, Caren: “Thanks for your support! No one enjoys suffering from cold feet because of freezing weather conditions.”