Reader BigBob proffers an appropriately named cat (whether the name stems from Erasmus or Charles is a matter of parental dispute):
This is Darwin, only two years old but with a chequered history already. As far as we can tell, his first owner was an elderly lady who died late last year. Her family chose not to take him on, and instead delivered him to the vet’s surgery for purposes we can only guess. But in his darkest hour, Darwin’s fortunes were about to turn around. Our hero Vet passed this fit, bulky beast of a feline to the local cat sanctuary where we found him, fat and happy and looking for some TLC. So here he is, fiercely guarding his territory, every inch the man in charge. Much bigger than your average moggy, he cuts a spectacular dash with his all white livery, outsize dimensions and permanently vertical tail. He has an extraordinarily loud purrr and miowww to match. Lock up your sliced ham; he knows where it is and will take it if you’re careless.
The attached pics, show a little of his history, a sort of ‘before’ and ‘after’.
BEFORE, at the shelter. “Pick me!”
AFTER: A handsome moggie: