Mandrake: an introduction.

Mandrake pretty quickly developed a reputation as a bit of a thicko. Like his two brothers, Comma and Prince, he was very friendly and playful, but certainly wasn’t the sharpest claw on the paw. With his long and thick fur coat he seemed much larger than his brothers, and like a bit of a gentle giant. It wouldn’t have been a surprise if he’d asked you to tell him about the rabbits.


But we don’t see him as dopey anymore. More just carefree. Carefree in the extreme. I guess that like most cats as long as he’s got a full bowl of food, friends to play with and a comfy place to sleep, he’ll be happy. Mandrake though just seems to take an extra degree of pleasure in it. It’s like he’s always got his head in the honey pot; like he’s just got an extra zest for life.


Far from being a thicko, Mandrake seems to have developed a degree of street-smarts that we wish Comma had a tenth of. He spends a lot of time outside and, like a lion, really is king of his domain. He exudes confidence, and a God-given right to be where he chooses to be and to go where he chooses to go. Not uncommon for a cat, of course, but Mandrake takes that natural inclination up to eleven, and even beyond.