The Life Story of Desmond the Cat.

I was born in Preston, Lancashire in about March 1997. Quite soon after birth I decided that I didn't really like the place where I was living so one night I managed to give my humans the slip and went wandering in the big wide world.
After a couple of days I decided that the life of an alley-cat was not really for me - I was cold and hungry and had somehow managed to get covered in oil by spending the night under this big van. It was then that I spotted what looked like a nice cosy house, with a car parked outside. I hid under the wheel arch of the car until one of the humans in the house opened the front door, and then I rushed in and started purring as hard as I could.
One of my new humans piced me up, and was not too pleased when she realised that I was soaked to the skin with oil! She then opened a tin of tuna - I was so hungry that I bit her finger with excitement!
So that's how I found my humans. They made me have all these injections and sprayed me with all this smelly stuff which they said would kill fleas, but I soon forgave them.


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