Streetmog number: 167
Streetmog name: Colobus Colliers
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Favourite Location: Side alley & back alley
Preferred stroke: n/a
Character: Major skit
Other: Colobus Colliers reminded me of the monkey of the genus of the same name, hence the name, obviously. Unfortunately I never got close enough to take a decent pic but this mog's face was adorable and his pitiful miaow tugged at the strings of my kitty-soft heart. He jumped up and over the fence as I approached and wouldn't come back to say hello, despite my very best attempts.
Streetmog number: 168
Streetmog name: PorscheActual name:
Favourite Location: Car park, under cars
Preferred stroke: Head tickle
Character: Wary but friendly
Other: Porsche was a sleek black cat who wasn't initially sure if she wanted to befriend me. In fact, I nearly scared her off when my mailbag fell off my shoulder but she gathered herself and headed on over for some petting.
Streetmog number: 169
Streetmog name: Spectre
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Favourite Location: Garages
Preferred stroke: n/a
Character: Scaredy cat
Other: Spectre appeared and then vanished within seconds. He was never going to let me get any closer which was a shame as I liked his pure black tail on mostly white body. I'm sure he's a lovely mog but he's certainly not one for befriending strangers - and that's his cat right.
Streetmog number: 170
Streetmog name: Primrose
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Favourite Location: Back alley
Preferred stroke: n/a
Character: Timid toes
Other: Aw, Primrose, you cute little spring flower. This adorable kitty could well have been a stray as she seemed very thin and appeared to have an issue with one of her eyes. I was very soft in my approach and very nearly got to give her a hello-stroke but she bolted for the undergrowth as I reached out to her. Poor little mite.
Streetmog number: 171
Streetmog name: Plato
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Favourite Location: Front path
Preferred stroke: Chin tickle
Character: Confident muse
Other: Plato was a cracking cat with which to end our collection for the day. He barely twitched a whisker as I approached nor when I leaned over the fence to take my photographs. He just sat and stared at me. I think he was day dreaming or feline philosophising in the spring sunshine, as one does. Anyway, he was not afraid of the silly postman and was receptive to some excellent fussing.
...I see quite a few cat related posters and this one just had to be shared. I don't think I've met this roaming mucky mog yet!