For just over a month now, my days at home have been much less lonely thanks to John Montague, the 4th Earl of Sandwhich A.K.A. Monty. I have become very dull as all I do now is talk about how awesome he is in poorly articulated sentences. He is best cat. Best cat in world. Soft cat. He is best cat in world.
We adopted Monty from Ottawa Stray Cat Rescue. Everyone we dealt with through the whole process was wonderful. They really care about the cats they rescue and foster.
For a former stray cat, Monty is remarkably chilled out. He loves cuddles and, when he’s not sleeping, he follows me around the flat. Mr. J has been trying to teach him get in touch with his inner hunter using a laser pointer. Monty just rolls over onto his back. He never scratches or bites and even likes having his fluffy tummy rubbed. Best cat in world.
Right now Monty is napping on the sofa. It is tempting to go join him, but I’ve got Japanese to study and a novel to write. I’ll just nap vicariously through him.