My baby boys

Rasputin and Fwedwick-da-first my`first-born' dark-red tabby are indeed my furry bairns in every sense. There is nothing I wouldn't do for them including selling me body parts (hopefully i'll never have to aiiiiee..!) in order to keep da lill buggers well fed .

Rasputin has a squint n it will make him look like a freaky gargoyle under certain light angles eh eh... His eyes seem to converge quite noticeably n mostly when he gets confused or excited, so the squint is not necessarily n always apparent. There's sumfink quite charismatic about that squint of his actually...it vaguely reminds me of The Exorcist. That cat is probably posessed in any case. Puput's absolutely bonkers and has quite a few `manias' of his own.
My poor old Fred who's usually so sweet and laid-back, albeit slightly grumpy, at times gets bullied by the little thug.
Rounded Freddy is just like a cuddly teddy bear, although he's not that keen on cuddles and would rather play-fight with me / attack me feet or more to the point, would rather slaughter da flesh of my hands for his own entertainment--and mine.

Basically I'm happily stuck with 2 mad brats for cats (some would say da mommy is just as deranged if not more so.). I picked them both from The Protection League Refuge in Edinburgh : Freddy was 8 at the time and 2 yrs and a half later, I got little Rasputin who was only 1 and a half back then. Fred was lonely and apathetic before Putput arrived on the scene, now he's far much more lively and generally looking happier (and that bit more `slender'-ish too). It's not exactly tender love aver after between them 2, but they just about get on and are both reassured to have oneanother for company especially when I'm out and about.