Wee Teefer

I’m on the Stranraer/Ayrshire run this week, five o’clock starts and ten hour days. The cats are just left to fend for themselves. Tonight Teefer was sitting watching me put my tea in the oven, so I quickly snapped a wee portrait.

I notice she has quite a few grey/white hairs these days, but I don’t know what age she is. I adopted her in 2011 and the vet reckoned she was a young adult then, so she must be ten or eleven by now. She’s still a wee spitfire and lives up to her name, T for Trouble! She’s the smallest in the house, but the feistiest.