Around April 2016 I lost my baby. She was the most beautiful cat to roam Luton, a teeny tiny Ragdoll cross breed (with Siamese) and her name was Rosie. From the age of four to twenty, I was inseparable from this cat. I always said that when I have children, if I loved them even half the amount I loved my cat, they'd be pretty damn lucky.
She was an old gal, and lived to a pretty great age of 17 years old. She was hilarious and had the best personality a cat could have, I was pretty devo when she passed away.
Months had gone by and I had never been without a cat in my whole entire life. Living at my new place could get lonely from time to time, but it was too small to have my dog live with me, so I decided to go browsing the interweb. I never really thought I'd come across anything I was interested in, but then I came across this absolutely lovely lady who lived in Yorkshire and bred Bengal cats for a living. I was actually after a Bengal and couldn't believe my luck when I saw such beautiful pictures of her latest brew.
Despite the fact that Yorkshire is forever away from Luton, I decided to go down and check the kittens out with my friend/house mate, Kayleigh. It was then that I just couldn't take my eyes of the kitten that is now mine.
I'm not going to lie to you, Bengal cats are pretty expensive. Your average cat is probably around £40-50 (maybe?) and woody was more in the £550 mark... Ouch.
Finding a name for this little one was SOOO HARD. I was stuck between three choices, Babou (from Archer), Shere Khan (from Jungle Book), or Woody (from Toy Story) and as you've probably guessed from the title, I named him Woody after my favourite Disney film.
His personality is exactly what you could imagine from a Bengal. He's loud, never gets tired, mischievous, playful and absolutely loves water. It is not bath time if you haven't got Woody on the side of the bath trying to jump in and play.
He can be a complete piece of work from time to time and has sometimes left me wanting to pull all my hair out and set the house on fire. Despite his cute looks, he definitely has a devilish side to him. I remember once, I was laying down and he was staring at me for agessssssss... Next thing I know, he's slapped me round the face! It's probably one of his favourite things to do. He did once use his claws and I had a lovely scratch mark on my eyelid though... Prick.
He meows like an absolute girl (which sometimes sounds like a baby crying) and his best friend is my dog, Marley. Watching them play is one of the funniest things ever. I'm almost certain Woody believes that he is part dog. He knows how to play fetch, I take him for walks on his cat lead and he listens to commands like, 'down', 'out' and 'here' which is pretty cool!
He's only 10 months old and already is the size of a fully grown cat and has another year and 2 months left of growing. I'm not going to lie, I hope he grows to be a huge cat so he can chase away annoying kids from outside.
So there you have it. That's Woody. Probably the worlds most annoying cat? But he's gorgeous and he's mine. If any of you reading are interested in having a Bengal, I'd say do it. It'd be the most entertaining years of your life.
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