A small visitor to Victoria today in the form of 'nameless kitten'.
He's owned by a dreadlocked Spaniard tattooist called Joolie, so obviously my choice of Bruiser was a great name, however the girl's of the bar shot it down pretty quickly.
It's ridiculous how cute certain things animals can be. Even if you had a heart of stone you still couldn't be granite after looking at her fall asleep on the edge of the bar.
It reminded me of a story that Shane from the office said about a Puma that used to be kept in a cage at the end of the bar at The King's Wark down the shore in the 80's - Bruiser would take him.