The taming of the Me...
The taming of the Me... This is about my boy Dudley, my beautiful rescued angry tabby cat. You see he and me met by chance, I had gone to see about rescuing another cat. I had gone out into the inside outside cat area of this tiny rescue centre. There sat on a shelf was one of those triangular cat bed things with a pair of terrified eyes staring out. I went up to it and popped my hand up to stroke him and as I felt down his spine I was horrified how thin he was. He was excruciatingly thin, as I pulled my hand out the lady said oh it wouldn't hurt but he will hiss and growl. To her amazement he had done neither. After talking to my partner I said I couldn’t leave him here, he was badly stressed and not eating. I had no idea on what colour he was or how many legs he had but I didn’t care I just knew I had to get him out. He stayed in the small triangular bed and we just picked the whole thing up and put it in a pet carrier that the top could be removed. We actually hadn’t banked on a