Or so I thought for a couple of seconds.
Leaving the house this morning there he was; a sold black cat, fluffy tail, pointed face - and a glare baleful enough to curdle milk at 100 paces. I stared at him; he scowled mistrustfully back at me*. I approached him; he retreated.
It was, without a doubt, the Krumpdaddy.
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Nice to know that another of his progency is living a very good life with people who care :)
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:-)
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It's a bit like that round here, I see Fidget everywhere! Most of the local neighbourhood cats are Fidget-a-likes; I'm guessing his dad's been active in the area for many years.
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