Pickford Spills The Beans

What's your favourite food? Anything! I'll eat the lot, me, I hate to see food go to waste, that'd be criminal that would. If I had to pick a favourite though, it's chicken. Or coley. No, definitely chicken. Or coley. No wait - chicken! I think. Do I have to choose, can't I have both?

Favourite pastimes? Getting fussed, I could be fussed for hours and hours and not get fed up. When you've been a stray like me, and then one day you're not a stray, you have to make up for all that missed fussing. I do like rolling too, lots of rolling. Oh, and Catnip, anything with Catnip!

What's your best memory? When I moved in here I thought they'd never let me stay, but then they gave me my own bowls and a bathmat and I realised I'd really got myself a proper home... like, forever!

Your worst memory? Back in my stray-days; winters in the cold and wet, not getting enough to eat, and having scabby bits and fleas. I didn't much like having four teeth out at once, but even that was preferable to being out in the cold!

What would you change about your home? Change? You're having a laugh aren't you? I've fallen right on my paws here and I'm not about to change anything thanks! No Sir-ee!

Who do you most admire? The late Colonel Beau (sir) who has went to Rainbow Bridge in June. He was my hero, and I'm proud to have been in his regiment. (I have to admire Gemini for being top cat though, she knows how to be in charge, that girl).

Do you have a motto? "If it's edible - eat it!"

What would you put into Room 101? That stinky flea stuff the folks stick on my neck, I think I'd rather have fleas!

What do you consider your greatest achievements? Winning a rosette at the local catless cat show - I'm 'Highly Commended' I am! Also finding out I have a Wharf named after me. Oh - and a town too! (it's near Coventry).

What's your favourite sport? Catnip-fish Grappling, or maybe Catnip-sack wrestling. I'm brilliant at shoelaces too. My best sport would be chasing catnip-shoelaces but they're not invented yet.

Finally, tell us something you've never told anyone before:
Nope, no secrets, me. I'm up front, I am, nothing secret about Pickford. What you see is what you get, as they say. I thought I might have kept it a secret that time I poo'd on the bathroom floor in my first week here, but they knew it was me straight away, dunno how. I haven't done it since of course, but see - even that's not secret now!

For all the stray cats out there...

I was a stray for ages you know. Oh yeah, hard to believe now of course, I'm well at home here these days! I used to live out in the cold, scrounging food here and there, and just about getting by. Now I'm neutered, fed, warm and loved, and it's great!

There are loads of ex-strays like me in rescue centres all over the country, and I reckon every one of them would love to have a proper home like I've got - go on, give an ex-stray a chance!

Force-Ten Headbutts and Occasional Squeaks
From: Pickford
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