Tiger the cat gets his massage!

Just as I am about to creep off to bed, Tiger the cat makes a plaintive mew which summons me to his side.

I know the drill, it’s a full body massage he desires, a habit I inculcated when he was a bewildered kitten in a new home. The run downs relaxed him and he got used to it.

Best time for it, going by the amount of purring, belly exposures and rolling over, is after dinner time.

Tiger is a very gentle cat and very malleable bit he loves the massage to be conducted at his favoured spot, on the dining table.

When he’s had enough, he lets me know, and I can complete that interrupted journey to my bed!