Jim’s story –
My name is Jim and I’m only 3 years old. My owner died and the family refused to take me in so I sat outside the house for days meowing at the window to get back in. Thankfully the locals noticed my plight and contacted the Inspectors to get me the help I needed. I found the cattery a bit distressing after a comfortable house and missed the love and fuss I had had.
Now I have found a new home and thought you may just want to see a picture of me on my first evening at my new home ...............................................
From his new owner... Looking a little bit more contented after a plate of Smoked Salmon , though hopefully he won’t expect it every night !
I think he’s happy
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