When stocking a pond, it is usual to consider inches of fish. The inches can be in many little tiddlers or a smaller number of bigger fish. It turns out that the same applies to cats, only you measure it in feet rather than inches. Spice and Pepper didn't find their new home yet and were a bit lost in our large pond of a house. So we asked the cat rescue for some more feet of cat. His name is not actually Ginger Nuts, but Hobbes. But he is definitely a lot of feet of cat.
A weaponised marmalade seal pup, his purr is a husky breathing sound. When he kneads, it is a real massage. He actually likes to have his tummy tickled (which is quite rare) but one mis-stroke and his tendency is to bite and swat. Thwap! He likes playing games too, in between the hours spent plotting our deaths. Of course, all cats spend much of the day plotting the death of their human parents, whether foster or adoptive, but it is a little more concerning when the cat is over 6kg of enthusiasm. Now I know why tigers are so dangerous to keep as pets. Well, at least he doesn't have to choose which of us to sit on - on the sofa he can easily spread across both of us.
So now we have Ginger Nuts, Ginger Tits and Poppet staying in our cat pond house. Funny how quickly cats lose their names (...should be Ginger Wot-No-Nuts? of course).