The difference 4 years can make

In 2016 we found a wee kitten hiding under our lawn mower in our grage. His mother had abandoned him and he was about 3 weeks old.

We took him to the vet, and even the vet wasn’t sure if he would make it or not because he was so little. I bottle fed him daily. I stayed with him while he was in quarantine from our other two cats as he had an eye infection and ear mites. I named him Ali, after Muhammad Ali, as he had died the same day I found the wee baby and I knew that he was a little fighter.

The vets thought he was a girl at first because he was just too tiny to be gendered and once it was obvious he was a little boy his name got shortened to Al, or Alfred when he’s in trouble

He plays fetch and can do tricks like a dog would, he’s very dumb and bites his own tail all the time, and he’s the most cuddly little bastard I’ve ever known. He’s a strange little boy and I love him very much. He has a massive personality and it’s clear that he’s one of those ‘once in a lifetime’ pets