Oddly, I’ve always thought of myself as more of a cat person than one for dogs. I did have a dog about 25 years ago, a German Short-haired Pointer called Molly, who was great but for whom I never felt much more than fond. I have had cats for most of my love, and almost all have been true companions.
Then this little tyke showed up. Stan, aka Mr Horrible, aka Stanislav, aka The Munter. And he really is a constant and true friend, or at least until his mum comes home and then he is glued to her for the rest of the day.
But he’s lovable, affectionate, good-natured, a scamp, gentle, playful and generally an all-round Good Egg. I love him.
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