Cats, dogs, hamsters, guinea pigs, rabbits, horses, spiders, snakes, alligators, whales, dinosaurs, insects, frogs, Boris Johnson - the British have a weird attitude to pets. In our homes, they assume the role of another family member, while not contributing the upkeep of the household, requiring vets bills and food, and constantly sleeping. But we love them, perhaps because they depend on us (hamsters and guinea pigs), perhaps because they can last a long time and stay with us for some number of years (horses, spiders and tortoises) or perhaps simply because they're cute and fluffy in an insane kind of way (Boris Johnson).
The point of this post, really, is because on Tuesday 25th September, 2012, my cat, Tug was put down. At the grand age of 15, myself and my sister had grown up with him, and he was my mother's third child practically. I didn't know how to approach this post, so here's some of my favourite photos of Tuggles. Enjoy :).
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He's either an incredibly pissed off kitty, or he's trying to entice the
camera with smoldering looks. I believe it's the latter. |
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| BAD EXPOSURE CUDDLES |
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| Bullied into dressing up, Christmas 2011 - he enjoyed it secretly |
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| A much loved cat of 15 amazing years |
