Pugwash was all attitude and independence, he'd clearly been going it alone for a very long time and I'm sure was doing fine until old age caught up with him and he started the downward spiral that brought him into rescue. Puggy wasn't ever going to wait and hope that you would feed him - the slightest hint of food and he was there, grabbing, swiping, biting, ploughing through anything in his path and absolutely determined not to miss out. It's why we named him after a pirate.
Greebo is such a complete and utter cuddlebunny! He loves his food, and is appreciative, but when he was in the outdoor pen we had a routine of a cuddle before I put his food down, and he often came back for more cuddles rather than go for his dinner, skinny and underfed as he was. He still loves to bury his head in the crook of my arm, and when given the freedom of the house all he really wants to do is sit behind me on the office chair whilst I work - usually curled round me, on his back, front paws nudging me in the ribs, gazing up at me and purring fit to bust!
For a cat that was so let down and betrayed, and so scared and depressed on arrival, it really is lovely to see him still willing to put his faith in someone, bless him. You really can do pretty much anything to him - I've pushed pills down him, dripped stuff in his eyes, cut his claws, combed clumps out of his fur ..... and he's not batted an eyelid. Every so often he returns the favour, grabs my hand and gives it a very thorough wash. I can't tell you what a soft spot I'm developing for this big, soft, scruffy, cuddly mutt of a cat!
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Same as Pugwash he crept into the hearts of many of us CC people
