Scruffy is in Birmingham, in the UK
Well, my Scruffy is an amazing cat. He sleeps in my room and after attempting a couple of time to sleep on my bed and beeing gently removed he understood: amazingly clever (I can tell, I had something like 40 cats in my life). He has wonderful green eyes and the softest fur ever, and he is extremely sweet. Yes, he looks scruffy, ill, definitely a 100% stray cat despite he has lived with me by one year. He has not always lived as a stray, because a stray do not love the settee at first sight and is not litter trained. I think he has been very unlucky and had a very hard time. When I found him he was shaking for the cold, I had to bath him twice a month because he was not cleaning at all and I still have to sit right next to him for him to eat. And I have to cuddle him continuously while eating.
Unfortunately he is going back to the street and probably he will not survive more than a couple of months. There is no choice: I am leaving the country and the vet refused to give him the required health certificate because positive to FIV. Believe it or not he is the healthiest cat ever: no worms, no flies, not a cold in one year. Ok, he has no teeth left but I am not going to be better than him in a few years.
Because his health is not perfect, instead of being looked after, he is going to be left alone in the cold english winter. My heart is broken. Bye forever my sweet boy.
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