He would also rub his smells on my mum when she went to work, which meant I had to spend time rubbing my smells back on her when she got home. He was a little affection thief, too. These were some of the reasons we developed a pantomime rivalry. Also, I think I heard him tease me about being fat one day when I was eating my Fancy Feast which is so not true. And anyway, he is one to talk.
He did do me a big favour though, and that was look after my mum. Sometimes mum would work in the afternoon with my friend Greta, which was good. A lot of the time though, she worked in the morning which could be quite intimidating and sometimes a bit sad. Kitten would keep my mum company and be a good friendly face. When my dad had to go away last year, Kitten waited with them for the taxi to come and then looked after mum when she was a bit upset. So thankyou, Kitten, for being my mum's friend. Thankyou for letting her practice clinical observation skills without trying to chomp on her too often. And thanks for giving her a giggle. You're kind of an allright mancat and I might even miss you. But don't go getting a big head over it, your cheeks are chubby enough already!
Right, that's enough soppiness for one day. Hey, Ginger, get a load of these cheeks!Hahahahaha!