Remember Boots and his wardrobe of Chelsea collars? Well, it’s been around four months since Sa Maj gifted six collars to his ami, and the big sod has already lost three of them.
I know that not everyone thinks collars are a good idea for cats, but Boots really, really needs one. As well as the bell warning his stepbrother Antoine of his arrival (and giving Antoine a chance to take cover), the collar itself differentiates Boots from his doppelgänger, Vic. Most of us prefer to know whether it’s our cat or his identical Neighbourhood Nemesis out there … apart from me, of course. I’ll take every scrap of similarity that I can, because it all supports me with my “It must have been some other black cat” get-out-of-jail card.
So … where are the missing collars? Are they scattered around the badlands of South London like markers for some weird orienteering challenge? Or are they all piled up together in one secret place, ready for some hapless resident to find (before spending the rest of their life wondering what on earth happened)?
Does your cat lose collars? And can they beat Boots’ record of 9,063 collars lost to date?
Here he is, showing off the third one before it went missing:
And again, not giving a shite about his mamma’s collar consternation:
EDIT: Since writing this post, one of the collars was found in his house, behind the sofa. Is he managing to wriggle out of them? Or – gasp – is he somehow scrapping with neighbourhood interlopers INDOORS?
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