Hamlet, my beloved big boy, is turning 6 today! I can't believe how fast time has passed. Hamlet was the first British Shorthair that Per and I bought. (Not our first cat together - we had one that sadly passed away after just a month - but almost.) I remember calling his breeder, hoping that she'd have a cat just for us, and we talked for hours. Next day, another phone call, plans were made, and so, just before christmas 2000, we went down to Malmo to look at Hamlet. He was a scared little thing, wanting nothing to do with us, preferring to play with his slightly older half sister. Love at first sight? Hardly.
Per, however, saw that this was the cat for us, and persuaded me into buying him. Which of course I'm very grateful for now. Hamlet is so important to me - he's gentle and friendly, and with lots of little endearing quirks. Not so endearing is his fondness for chasing the girls around the house, enjoying it particularly when they hiss and scream at him. (When he was an active breeding male, we lovingly called him "the rapist". Charming, yes.)
Hamlet celebrated by getting a whole plate of his favorite food (tuna and olives, as it happens) all to himself. The girls looked on in mad disbelief - he's usually the one to eat last, and he cherished this moment by finishing almost everything on his plate. (Until Ywette finally decided that enough was enough, and moved in on it.)
For more cats, head over to Chefsarahjane! She's hosting WCB this weekend.
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