I would like to point out that Maximus Spittimus will be allowed out eventually.
Unfortunately he is a sandwich short of a picnic / a match short of a box / a cow short of a herd / a sheep short of a Yorkshireman / Tuppence short of a shilling.....in short...the light's are on and nobody is home.
He is, frankly, one of the most handsome, loveable, amazing cats we've ever had.
We'd like him to stay that way too.
He was born wild. Feral. At least 3rd generation feral...perhaps more than 3rd...
It's quite possible his brother was his father...or at least his uncle... (that being said he doesn't 'meow' in an American deep south accent)...;-)
He has the courage of Maximus (Russell Crowe in Gladiator) - Hence the name.
He spits at anyone and anything that is unknown to him. Hence the name.
Running away is not an option.
He is also 'daft as a brush' - and no, I have no idea what that means but the late (former England Manager) great, Sir Bobby Robson said that about Paul Gascoigne - possibly the greatest footballer England has ever produced - so if it's it's good enough for Sir Bobby it's good enough for Maximus....
He is, in short, unbelievably thick.
Carol, Jacqui and I promise to love and protect him from here on in.
I've a worrying feeling however that we won't be able to protect him from himself.
His 'outdoor' adventures may be something to behold.
Anyroad...we'll do our best by him as we must.
My vodka consumption will undoubtedly increase.
Oh dear......;-)
This coming weekend will be his first time...officially...outdoors.....
...oh eck...
Incidentally...try this
link. Maximus Spittimus has transmogriphied into a real person!!!