Dusty was very much off it last night. Not himself at all. This morning however he is full of spark again. Turns out that he is as much of a dairy fiend as his predecessor Treacle was. I had much difficulty in eating my yogurt unaided this morning. Having decided last night that Cat would be needing a passport if she can be persuaded to travel with us, we were up and at ’em early
We have been having a rare day today, cool, cloudy and just a little damp. I have been taking advantage of increased energy levels to rearrange the mess in the house and to clear up some kitchen leftovers. The Crooked Man and the Not-so-crooked-cat have been out to visit the vet. The vet agrees with us that Dusty is probably around 3 months old, perhaps a little less. Old enough anyway to have his injections
Today is the day that Dusty stopped being Cute and became Trouble. Today was the day when Dusty learned that thing about leaping up onto the bed, tearing across the pillows above our heads, jumping off, running round and doing it again… Today was the day when Dusty found his way up onto the bathroom worktop and thoroughly tested Gravity was in place today. Today was the day when Dusty discovered the bathroom hand basin.