PB, some Ginge love and a LWT

[Ollivander84]

Here!

Oh how grim. Bad Luck C at least you know.

Mr C has got the arse with me really badly. I held out on catfood only for 72 hours - worked. But his new box is left empty. No banana games. No purring. Hands slapped irritably with tail as I type. Screamed at me when I left kitchen without a titbit for him.

He knows not we have ham for the pill ceremony.

Watch it or he'll start to associate ham with the ceremony!

He gets treats with the ceremony, two pills tests us both :)

He won't come to bed! Ham unopened on bedside table!

Ah. He doesn't trust you any more. (Peel back the hammy lid.)

He's on!

Sleep well everyone.

It is 3 years today since I adopted O

Well of course it was your fault Cozie

Happy Adoption Day Ollivander and Ollie!

Have a brilliant day and many happy returns to you both and dreamies

not as better on this auspicious day.

This is him the day I picked him up

He is so gorgeous. I wonder what was going through his head? Anyway, you can only keep them for three years. It's my turn now.

Ahh, congratulations, Ollie and Ollivander!

Yet I asked cats protection the same thing and got
"No you can't exchange him but it's my turn. Give him here"

Congratulations - mostly to O as he's fallen on all four paws with you.

Happy Anniversary you two lovebirds.

Did you get Ollie a treat to celebrate?.

He has some treats and a new mousie. Sent by the company I order my vape liquid from with a note saying "my mum loves his Facebook page"

No mama. I like sleeping on the junk mail

I have shown Weezolcat the picture if O on junkmail. "See, cool cats love junk mail. Look! Lying on today's paper/mama's kindle is such a dog thing to do".

There was then a brief tussle as I extracted the book I'm trying to read from under a resistant Weezolcat.

She's gone off appalled at my selfishness, I have applied a number of plasters.

Oops. He also likes my diary which is less helpful

As an aside, you can opt out of junk mail Royal Mail delivers. Google opt out unaddressed mail, Royal Mail. You send a form off and it stops for two years.

Weezol cat is right to be outraged. Poor exhausted cat.

I did my toenails this morning. The minute the scissors and varnish hove into view, Mr C screamed, kicked me and jumped pointedly off the sofa.

He's still got a mood on about the claw-clipping. I explained that it was now my turn, and that his claws would not be painted Temptress Scarlet, but no good.

He had ham for lunch.