The cat that got the custard

Here is my cat Bobby. He is named after the late, great Sir Bobby Robson. We found him at the Cats Protection League. Back then he was 'Harvey'. He was handed in, an unwanted kitten, the reason given was that his purr was too loud. Admittedly, it can shake buildings, but it is their loss as he turned out to be a wonderful placid friendly cat.

Bob is around 11 years old and is the greediest cat I have ever seen or known. It was only a couple of months ago I discovered that he has a love of custard. I discovered this when I found him with his head stuck in my apple pie and custard.

Each time he sees me with a dessert bowl he thinks it is time for custard and sits patiently, like a dog, waiting for his portion.

Well, it was custard night tonight and here is Bob enjoying his share.