They've been with us about six weeks now and although they've settled in pretty well there are still the odd antics. This weeks' comedy moment involves a toy cat called 'Abbey' that I've had for years - Mum and Dad bought her to keep me company. Abbey was on the bed and Husband thought that 'animating' her might amuse Lyle. To a certain extent it did, as he became extremely agitated as if another cat had invaded his territory this led to fisticuffs with Abbey and then scooting off the bed to hide. Ok, maybe you had to be there.
Tate (ginger) is continuing to regress to kittenhood as he increasingly wants to sit on my lap, lick my arm and make kneading movements with his front poors. He obviously hasn't twigged that this won't get him any milk as my forearm doesn't tend to lactate. At least it shows he's chilled out since the chimney-bath-vet incident.