A local junk-antique shop opened locally and I finally decided to have a visit.
The first thing I saw was this gorgeous Tabby who climbed right onto my coat.
The owner of the shop has 4 other cats in his apartment upstairs and told me that he had saved this little guy from a litter he found out in the woods. The other kittens ran away but this one was so friendly he had to take him in.
Friendly and busy. He spends his days negotiating crystal and china and has unfortunately broken a few treasures.
But he has the sweetest disposition. How could you get angry at a face like that?