Jim
Three years ago, with no warning, a brilliant orange farm cat wandered over from the draughty barn where he had been living, in rural Cornwall, and decided he wanted to live with us instead.
We decided to call him Jim.
This is the first photo I took of him, on that night: December 1st, 2022.
You can read the full story of Jim’s amazingness here.
Jim sounds like a splendid gentleman 🐈
That was heaven. Thank you!
“But it turned out there was more of a backstory to Jim's arrival than we had initially assumed. He had actually been invited over to our house by our cat Charles, to work full-time as a personal valet for Charles.”