'Ey up!

Me name's Mr Big Cheeks, but ya can call me BC!

I'm no longer a spring chicken, I'm around 5/6 years old. I was once a young lad, roaming t'streets visiting them lasses. An' suddenly I found meself in't vets 'avin me bits off!

They did me a blood test which told me I am FIV positive. This means that I need to be a batchelor forever. As long as I can get me fix of chin tickles and them lick-e-lix, I don't think I'll miss that outside world.

I've 'ad me bits off, 'ad one of them chips and am ready for me new home!

I think I'll be fine with kiddies as I'm a chilled chap. Not sure about dogs as I've not met one!

If ya wanna meet a charmin' Yorkshire chap like me, gis them gals a message!