Skippy has seen a few things in his time. He used to have a dog flap, he was so huge.
Now well into his third decade, he has a slighter frame and his hearing isn’t what it used to be. When he could hear, he spent most of his time under the bed, hiding.
Now life is much quieter, he’s more adventurous – especially if there are meaty snacks to be had, which there always are at our weekly rehearsals.
Unfortunately for Skippy, while we can enjoy parma ham and wild boar without repercussions, he cannot.
So although we enjoy his company, he sometimes has to be removed for his own good.
So on such occasions, Skippy soon becomes more of a banned cat, than a band cat.