King of this Castle

I sometimes joke with people that it's not my flat.

But in reality that is the truth; I just pay the mortgage. This is definitely Wesley's house. He gets his way every single time, and quite rightly too!

I had fillet steak for tea tonight (a wee treat to celebrate the fact I'm feeling better) and of course, he got his share. He always gets his share.

It's ludicrous really, as he's such a fussy bugger I reckon I spend more on his food than I do on my own (with the exception of the odd steak clearly).

He's a pampered cat. I wouldn't have it any other way.