
He and Cookie have an amicable calm relationship: Monster is plotting his overthrow. I have been gifted with a few cuddling and patting opportunities, and am trying to tire him out to the point where I can take lots of photos in a bid to write an irresistible ad to find him a new home. This is the only photo so far in which he is in focus: he seems to feel that stillness is the enemy and it must be defeated!
We are calling him Jones, after the cat in Alien, for a long and complicated set of reasons. So far, he answers to 'Chicken', which seems to be the only English word he recognises. And he purrs like a little engine.