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...he's mostly been nomming my Christmas cake, secretly, in the cupboard under the stairs. Furry little rat.
More entertainingly, I came downstairs this morning to find the dining-room covered with fluff. His favourite toy these last months has been a stick of faux-dynamite stuffed with catnip-flavoured fluff, armed with a long wick with a bell on the end. He has slain it up and down the stairs often and often, and carried the corpse of it around the house in jingly triumph.
Now, though, he really has slain it, and disembowelled it too. As a result of which, he and Barry have both spent the day sprawled in lascivious pleasure on the carpet, enraptured by catnip fluff. I did try to take pictures, but you know what they're like. Cute as anything till the camera points at 'em, and then suddenly they freeze or turn away. I'll share anything good, but I'm not hopeful.
More entertainingly, I came downstairs this morning to find the dining-room covered with fluff. His favourite toy these last months has been a stick of faux-dynamite stuffed with catnip-flavoured fluff, armed with a long wick with a bell on the end. He has slain it up and down the stairs often and often, and carried the corpse of it around the house in jingly triumph.
Now, though, he really has slain it, and disembowelled it too. As a result of which, he and Barry have both spent the day sprawled in lascivious pleasure on the carpet, enraptured by catnip fluff. I did try to take pictures, but you know what they're like. Cute as anything till the camera points at 'em, and then suddenly they freeze or turn away. I'll share anything good, but I'm not hopeful.