Mike was raised by a scarecrow and a ragdoll in a caravan just off the Cornish coast. A big bird flew him to London at the tender age of two, where he walked the streets looking for bars of gold.
Mostly into introductions and poached eggs, he eats when he can, unless full. He seriously dislikes seriousness and sometimes thinks he is indecisive. Dinner parties are not his forte but he is excelent at dinner time.