So whenever I tell people I’ve got to go home to Pablo, folks usually think I’ve got a hot Mexican stud waiting for me on my bed when I get back.
Well. This is the more likely picture really.
I love her to bits though. Yes, it’s also a ‘she’. Her original owners thought she was a Tom cat and called her that and realised later when she didn’t grow big fuzzy balls that she was indeed, Pabloella. They couldn’t change her name as she wouldn’t respond to anything else.
I just call her Pabs.