His Majesty Shredder. We have a morning ritual. I feed the cats their breakfast, then get my coffee. Shredder eats, then comes to join me for coffee.
I offer the coffee cup to him (it seems rude not to), he sniffs, declines to have coffee, and then we have strokings.
For the curious, Shredder is 15 years old, and 16 pounds.
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Exactly twice Chilli's weight.
He is very handsome and refined. I imagine he would beat me at a game of cards while telling me hilarious but racy stories of his travels.