I tell everyone when they meet William Wallace how much he's cost us. I think people who meet him should feel our pain. And the fact he's cost us so much money really sums up the type of cat he is, as does his name. We decided on William Wallace because when we first met Willy we knew he was brave.
Willim didn't have a home and found ours one day and decided we were it.
We were hell bent on never owning a cat again. But when he came to us one night, he was spewing blood, shaking, pooping himself, $1000 later, we found it hard to get rid of a cat we spent so much money on. So he's ours. William Wallace, pain in our ass, and makes us laugh daily.
This is how I found him the other morning.
The guy has no problem sleeping.
Soul mates. William is Casey. I'm sure he's Scottish, he's a fighter, and loves to sleep. They are in love. I do not exist.
Typical of William Wallace. Casey about had a heart attack when he saw him up on this roof. Again, soul mates.
If cats have nine lives, I swear William was gifted more.