Angus was a stray who showed up at my husband's work. He lived under a dumpster for six months (through the wettest, coldest winter we've had in a long time), before they could finally coax him out with food.
The day my husband text me about him to try to find a home for him, I went to pick him up. First, we took him to the vet to check for a microchip. When there was none, I spent several days checking lost pet signs, groups, and rescues. No one came forward so we tried to find a new home for him. But by that point, it was too late. He was ours. Now, he's chipped, collared, and immunized.
Angus is a rumpy riser manx cat. He's always content and smiling. My dog and other cats have accepted him and he loves to go hunting in the large field behind our house with our other boy cat at night. We love having his sweet personality in our family and can't imagine letting him go!
Good morning!
His brother from another mother
That look he gives
Even after a bath, he still smiles (He's had several, he was filthy!)
Afternoon scratches
Good dreams
Bookends
And often the tongue
So far, he's brought home three mice, one large moth, and a leaf to share with us
Happy as can be
Bromance
Accepting of the crazy five-year-old
Good morning! Will you get my breakfast?
That looks delicious...
Lazy afternoons
My chair is now his chair
Again
They share everything
Cuddles
Time for dinner?
Another nap
