This is me when I was only 8 weeks old - how young and innocent I looked then! And how much slimmer! I could barely wrap my tail around my feet to keep them warm. Those were the days.
I was born in Worcester and was one of seven. My feline mummy was a long-haired tabby, and my daddy was a grey and white shorthair. So I turned out sort of part tabby, part white and short-haired. I was the last one of my brothers and sisters to go to a new home - I was waiting for someone very special (well, actually I was hiding under the TV when the other people came). |
![[Pixel sitting by door]](pixel/pixel4.jpg) |
![[Pixel with Mr Weasel]](pixel/pixweasl.jpg) |
I liked to play a lot - here I am with Mr Weasel, one of my favourite toys. He looks sparkling brand new here - you should see him now, one eye missing, nose chewed off, fur all claggy - ergghh! Those new kittens have ruined him. |
Can you see the white dot on my back? That's why Mummy and Daddy called me Pixel. |
![[Pixel exploring]](pixel/explore.jpg) |
![[Pixel by door]](pixel/pixel3.jpg) |
There I am, all ready to explore the world. What lies outside? Lots of female cats, so I've heard - girls!!!! I have to look my best. |
Ah - somewhere comfy to sleep after a long day. A nice lap, perhaps? Mummy's lap is the best. |
![[Pixel asleep on lap]](pixel/pixlap.jpg) |
![[Pixel asleep on neck]](pixel/pixneck.jpg) |
Even better - Mummy's neck. |
![[Forward to Pixel grown up]](pixel/nextcat.gif)