Whiskers lives in Sackville Street when home.
If anyone knows of SOMEONE FEEDING A NEW BLACK AND WHITE CAT FOR THE LAST MONTH,
PLEASE COULD YOU TAKE A PHOTO so I could check the MARKINGS ON HIS FEET and text to me.
I'd appreciate so much as I miss him terribly.
They say if they are being fed they won't come home. Perhaps someone is and they haven't seen my posters around and aren't on social networks.
He is BLACK & WHITE MEDIUM SIZE STILL GROWING AS 22 months now, DISTINCTIVE TRIANGULAR SHAPE FACE SMALLER IN PROPORTION TO BODY LENGTH AS GROWN SINCE SOME PHOTOS.
PLEASE LOOK AT MARKINGS IN THESE PHOTOS.
I'd also like to thank all those people who have contacted me so far through neighbourly, facebook and the many many from my posters. I will be letting people know once he comes home and removing posters.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
The Warehouse is proud to support Parenting Place this month, hosting their Peel & Reveal competition at all our checkouts. You have to be in to win!
In addition, all proceeds from our Rangi Kipa reusable bags currently in store at checkouts will go to Parenting Place. Parenting Place exists to walk alongside whānau from the moment their little ones are born, until the time they raise tamariki of their own. Visit parentingplace.nz for more information.
Rise, my coat of Armour
Rusting now, fading in the corner
Only a glimpse of reflection now and then
Is the skin I wore not that long ago
But have not shed, merely stored
For darker days when the sun shall
Surely set and the soul robbers
Arise to hack through my shield
Not dressed in black or as gothics would
Rather no particular style of guilt
Who take from you all that you have built
Smiling well dressed people educated in the art
Of deceit lead you on in a dance
As long as it is to be beat of their feet
When you move with agility out of their way
And cast aside your armour they pierce you once more
So back you go to your corner and wipe off the dust
And wear your shield once more.