Newboy: sequel that's better than the original

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Executive decision by Mr C.

Can't you buy a quiet ball? (Maybe one of those with flashing lights when it moves.)

I have one. He won't touch it
Only the jingle one is approved, even the rattling one is "rubbish momma, no like"

Ah. Well - he's the one who plays with it after all!

He gave up after a bit and came and cuddled under my chin

He is such a cuteheart. Hope you got some sleep with your new fashionable facial fur....

How is Newboy?

His hooman apparently

At the moment - stuffing his face.

What is the king dining on today?

He's back on the Country Hunter for his tea.

I've given Ollie some Lily's kitchen today which got a chirrup. Might get some more if it's still on offer at the shop otherwise he's back to natures menu

I'm trying to get a special offer at the printer that we can all cash in on. All the industrial printers have printed 2018 ages ago, so we'll see if there's a deal I can nip in on for their paper overruns.

I thought it would be cheaper to send a trade printer a prp (a done calendar, ready to print, which I can make myself thanks to my skillz) but actually some of the high street ones are so cheap it might be more straightforward to snapfish.

Whatever we do, it's print on demand I think, which makes ordering it and sending it out fast.

I keep thinking oh we want about 25 and then realising I mean 25 and not 25,000. :) Print on demand is looking like it will save us all.

Is the head honcho a cat person? Offer them Mr/Ms August!

Sorry. I meant 'offer them the spot'. (Not the cat!)

Did you just suggest I sell Mr C to reduce costs? C, you're a media natural.

Good to hear he's warming up about ( ins food assisted way)! You'll get there, it's still early days realistically.

My friend sent me this tonight which made me laugh a lot

Wonderful! And true.

I don't get it. Gutted.

Did you ever know a cat, Lana, who didn't head to your most expensive - and difficult to clean - possession to upchuck?

Light has dawned :)

Unless you're Ollie who chooses mid motorway drive and covers himself, his crate, the car and me. And then takes one look at the vet who nicely cleans him up and deliberately aims at the nice vet

BBoycats does it wherever he happens to be when the mood strikes him - usually in the middle of the living room which luckily has laminated flooring. Girlcat tends to sneak off behind something like the sofa, so I find the dessicated remains days later.

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Mr C catches my eye with a filthy look, and throws up with extra echo on the sound effects - keeping some in reserve for the hall so I skid on it in the night.

If his menu choices haven't been the Trip Advisor 5-star standard, he eats grass deliberately at 5am and settles back down for a nap on the pillow. By 645 am he is retching at 140 decibels on my head.

I saw that too Ollivander. It's so true isn't it? PicklePig chooses the only rug on the otherwise completely hard floored downstairs to puke copiously on.
Last week I made the bed up with clean linen, using my lovely winter duvet that I had to send DH into the loft for. I went off to have my operation knowing that there'd be a lovely warm, snuggle, clean bed waiting for me when I got home.
Except PicklePig decided to do a lovely watery puke right in the middle of it. Which soaked through the duvet cover, duvet, sheet and matters cover.
DH had to change the bed and I had to throw my lovely, expensive duvet away!
Good job we love them isn't it?