Here is a picture of our cat called Beast.
Kind of cute, no?
Though now you might be wondering how such a cute cat could end up being called The Beast.
This was never going to be called her name, I think my wife and I had settled on Tomar the nearest big town to where we got her in Central Portugal.
We adopted her as we saw an advert where the lady was looking after all the kittens her cat had and simply did not have the space or finances to keep them.
Beast we found was being kept in the basement garage along with all her other brothers and sisters, eight I think there was all in all.
She was quite feral as the food was merely thrown in and they all had to scavenge for their food.
Anyway, she came home in the car with us and out she came into her new home. It was just the beginning of winter and quite cold and dark out. Beast managed to slip out of the door. My wife found Beast in the wood pile we had ready for the winter and proceeded to pick her up.
Before we knew it Beast had her claws out and while my wife got her safely back inside she managed to claw my wife all down her chest and arms.
There was quite a bit of blood and long scratches down my wife which stayed for a while. That was when she was named Beast.
She has now been with us for quite a while and moved from Central Portugal to Spain and is now quite happy in our cave in our little village where she is free to roam all day long pretending to be a lion, bless.
Hope you liked the tale of beast and the photo.