The Further Adventures Of Newboy

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I don't think anyone's begun a new thread yet?

Hope you don't mind Cozie. Newboy's Fairy God(cat)mothers love hearing about his progress.

Massive bangs outside.

Now stopped. Instead it’s raining cats and dogs.

Ollivander, is Ollie permanently stuck to your bosom? Warm pillows and kneading material. Honestly, he is quite the baba. He does look very happy, though. He has permanent body warmth.

Of course! Perfect gazing at hooman place. It's like when I ask if he wants to go out and he looks at me like "no. Stupid. You inside, I stay here"

I suspect it had more to do with my new plunge bra and low cut top, but I took them anyway

Boobies for Ollie to snuggle up to AND to provide chicken ...

He was welded to my chest again this morning. I may have to start laying down rules

He prefers it if you lay down?

he lies on my stomach if I'm lay down. When I'm sitting up he wants to be cuddled on my chest like an annoying snoring baby

Well, if he's too much you know where to send him! :). Mind you, my chest is not nearly so .... inviting.

Asbo went to sleep on my chest last night, he weighs 6.5kg.

I thought I was having a heart attack.

Little tinker F! he loves you so much.

In a command decision, I’m cutting out Second Supper tonight. (The Lick E Lix.)

Brave decision. How's he taking it?.

I should imagine that NewBoy's arguing very loudly and insistently how ditching Second Supper is a very bad idea.

He doesn’t realise.

(It would be at 10.30.)

Are you ok C? How is N taking it?

No protest so far - and no request for treats, either!

I think he forgot about it.

We’ll see tonight.

Any developments? Mr C is driving me nuts smashing pcs and sulking when he doesn't get a chew every six seconds.

He didn’t notice. (Or I didn’t notice him complaining - take your pick.) However........he had his first accident in weeks. So was chastised for it - and enjoyed the chastising, I think. (Which latter is slightly worrying.)

Well quite.

It's the change in routine, he trusts you now. All hell breaks loose if I'm late with a meal/snack/spontaneous snack of joy/my own meal from which to steal, and Mr C is not anywhere near as traumatised.

N's a style leader in pet naughtiness fashions - look at M Macron's dog up against the priceless Elysees fireplaces. Off-piste (so to speak) is all the rage

Why not lie down and watch a film, adding Dreamies half way through. Any bed action?