The cat of Bradshaw Street

Where my boyfriend lives there is a small cat which keeps appearing in the house. It isn’t his cat, nor is it his housemates, but it seems to have adopted the house and I am becoming quite used to finding it randomly. I put it outside again, but it always comes back. One time it even found its way up into the attic to say hello to us.

These pictures were taken this morning when we heard the bell on it’s collar and discovered it sat in the back yard quite obviously contemplating jumping through the kitchen window. Taking pictures was a distraction to stop it breaking in and it worked quite well.

I have to say, of all the cats I’ve tried to photograph, this one was the most well behaved. It has a very high opinion of itself and thats is very obvious from the photographs.