Jones The Cat

Jones, of sixteen years - one hundred and twelve in cat years - recently underwent dental surgery. He was knocked out and had four teeth removed. The vet kept him in until he’d shaken the anaesthetic off. Apparently, for a cat his age he’s in remarkably good health. Alleluia to that!

Always the adventurer. He especially likes to explore new things. This was the neighbour’s new fence and he couldn’t help himself!

And there he goes off to make a nuisance of himself somewhere else, probably.

But I wouldn’t change him, not for all the tea in China, and I love a good cup of tea. Jones is the best friend I ever had. I can tell him anything and I know he won’t tell another soul!

Relief is mine, now that he’s fully recovered, albeit a more gummier version of his former self.
Love ya, mate.
All photos © M J Christie. Thanks for reading.
