This boy spent the day at the vet yesterday. He's diabetic with a few other problems ($$$ out the window) and now he's decided he will hide in his litter box for the day. He's old, we think around 17, maybe 18. He was a stray picked up by the shelter. A previous owner had declawed him. One of his legs had been broken at some time and his front legs are slightly deformed. He has problems with his hips and shoulders. And I love him to bits.
With all that misery he's gone through I named him "Sir Dominic Tattinger III"