Romeo

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"

Search no more! I go by the name of Sir Romeo and I am waiting ever so patiently for Santa Paws to give me the gift of a loving furever home this Merry 'Catmas!'

I ended up in the care of the RSPCA through no fault of my own and have spent oh so many days being pampered and spoilt by my pals at the shelter in the hope that purrhaps a special person will come along and fall head over heals in love with a big beautiful man like myself.

I do have some tiny requests though if that's okay. I would prefer to go to a household with no little elves under the age of 12 as they can be so noisy and unpredictable at times. The quiet life is definitely for me! Picture this: You're sitting in the living room, listening to Christmas Carols, the Christmas tree is beaming and I, your Romeo, am keeping you warm and cozy by curling up onto your lap. Doesn't that sound like a pawsitively purrfect Christmas!

I must confess that I did come down with the cat-flu when I was in care which means that I will need to be an indoor kitty for the rest of my life, but that's okay isn't it? The indoor life can be FUN as long as I am kept enriched with lots of hidey holes, high perches *cough* (I hope you have a Chrissy tree for me to..uh..look at) a window to watch the world go by, string toys, puzzle feeders (Are you ready for my top secret?! I LOVE snacks! Hide the milk and cookies! The way to my heart is most certainly through my tummy, a few chicken treats will do purrfectly!) and most importantly, YOU!

Oh please make my Christmas wish come true!

Lots of love,
Romeo xx