Not much is known of my history, and I keep my cards close to my chest, if you get my meaning, but like all ex street-cats, I've done my time hanging around Human fast-food establishments. And for us cats, fast food means; swipe it quick before someone else gets it! The fosterers have been quite taken back by how fast and deadly I can be, when there's a little bit of pie-crust or pasty offered, in fact they've taken to gingerly tossing mine at the bowl, as I tend be a bit liberal with the old claws, it being absolutely essential I get the titbit before these spoiled young lap cats. Of course, I'm not all about food supremacy. I'm actually rather chuffed with the sweet trick Prudence works on me: she watches me eating, quite polite, distanced and all, but can't resist doing the old "excuse me uncle Igor..." taps me gently ont' shoulder, and whilst I'm doing the old blurry, bleary "whats all that about?" looking around, well, bless, you've guessed, she's taken a couple of big mouthfuls! just the kind of resourceful youngster I was myself...

Love Igor