Thursday, 10 February 2011

He's not the Pheasant Plucker ......

He's the guy who lives on a farm in Hampshire, where they have pheasants - and pheasant shoots..... and he's kind enough to drop round with a bunch of pheasant tail feathers every so often. Think he may well have plucked the odd one or two in his time.

TJ (and Mack!) is the reason why we have an Abyssinian (or 4), rather than any other breed of cat. It's all his fault. Or so we tell him. Regularly. Mack gave us our first Abyssinian cuddle. TJ introduced us to Abyssinian breeders and via the breeder grapevine, we were introduced to our first Abyssinian, Parsnip.

TJ is now also the reason why, at this precise moment in time, The Housekeeper has four Abyssinian cats thundering round the house at top speed. One has a full length pheasant tail feather in her mouth and the other three are in hot pursuit.

1 comment:

  1. It's a terrible (and wonderful!) addiction, isn't it? And everyone at this end loves pheasant feathers too!