I've not lurked on this thread for ages, I'm having a lovely time catching up.
I thought I'd better show Sparky. He's been back home with us since mid November. He's about to be 12 but when he was 2, he went to live with mum and dad because Sparks and toddler Felix were making a bit of a disastrous mix. Then we moved to a main road so he stayed with my parents and was spoilt rotten with having my parents and their house to himself. When Roxy died we decided it was time to finally bring him home.
Anyway, I adore him. He's an absolute arse to almost everyone but me, dad and the kids. We are his chosen few. He strikes at T like a snake
People avoid going near him 
But with me, he's the softest, sweetest boy. He follows me everywhere, is always giving me kisses and head buts and likes to sit on my chest and put his little paw on my face 
He was really poorly last week and we still don't know why but IV fluids and antibiotics and pain killers seem to have fixed him. Touch wood. I would have been devastated, he's completely mended my broken heart.
