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Asbo had me doing the same, he was eating in our bedroom till Dh put a stop to it. My excuse that the tiles are cold on his paw paws cut no ice.

Fluffy

When was this? May?

O slept on my bed all night first time in ages. Back to the bush now
Still refusing yum e yums. He licked one

Don't leave the bag next to any near priceless porcelain.

Mr C's got up - at 5pm exactly - and toured the flat regally.

I was staggering around with compost and tried to overtake him during the Tour, which apparently isn't on, even if it leaves me carrying 50kg of peat. He flicked his tail at me in reproof.

Making me walk one pace behind him is a step too far.

No it was February Cozie.

cozie - neither whisky or brandy will eat them either

Fair enough. February can be icy cold. (That's why I keep the heating on.....)

Asked Ollie to catch a fly. He just did his "lub yoooooo momma" face at me and gazed at me

PB was fly-catching last night. (Or attempting to - I swear that that cat is SO athletic.)

I pity the flies

I got this face

We don't get many flies here. Just as well for the species what with PB doing (more or less) straddle pike jumps all over the place.

Mind you, I'd swap his Siamese Shushunovas for that adoring gaze that Ollie is giving you.

He won't be soon, I need to ring the VET tomorrow

PB was prob trying to catch a fly as a special snack for His Personal Creature. Mr C gave me a large, angry beetle once. As an early morning treat.

Count yourself lucky PB is incredibly agile, isn't he. Have you tried filming him?

I have not. (He moves too quickly.)

Yes, I've just remembered cameramen at Wimbledon and the Olympics need to move faster than the athletes to get anything close up on tape, I know someone who does the tennis every year.

One could capture Mr C's activity from dawn to dusk with a single polaroid.

It's a revelation to me living with a young cat again.

VET tonight. That'll be fun

Take courage sweet O!

I had a terrible nightmare last night - a real cracker, woke up screaming. It was a very silly one about DM's valuables.

Mr C had stumped off the bed thanks to the noise and thrashing, but returned when it stopped in the hope of food, landing on my back rather suddenly.

Mr C: Wah wah wah. Pull yourself together. I'm starving.
Me: Mama asleep darling
Mr C: Gimme dreamie
Me: It's ten to five
Mr C: Gimme dreamie. They are next to you (rubs face on spongebag I hide them in)
Me: No darling, only one portion left for your treat later.
Mr C: Pathetic. You might as well go back to sleep. You can hold my tail if you want (drops it on my face)

He did noisy purring to send me back to sleep, and stopped hunting my feet when asked. No claws at all.

Well, except when he landed on my back, that wasn't really his fault.
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.... and stopped hunting my feet when asked. No claws at all....

That's a show of real sympathy.

We've had the dreamies and are now reclining with grunty purring.

VET tonight. That'll be fun

For both of you - and the vet. :(

Yet - I suspect he will curl into a ball as usual with his tail slapped over his eyes and refuse to acknowledge he is there. Then chat angrily at me all the way home