This cheeky rascal lives in the courtyard below my room. I have named him Chairman Meow. He eats whatever is lying around and spends the rest of the day looking classily dishevelled. I will never touch him (or her for all I know, but let's stick with him for the purposes of the humourous name.) Consider what it takes to get to this age and size in a country where you are fried up and served by stall workers on the side of the road!
P.S This is actually one of the better looking cats I have seen in Beijing.
