Nine
weeks old!
Gilbert is now nine weeks old and has been living with us for almost one week. It feels like a lifetime!
He has a ridge of contrariwise fur down the middle of his nose. It’s not uncommon and is called a ‘zip’.
I told my grandson that it
occurs after the stuffing has been put in and the fur has been stitched
together. He almost believed me.
Gilbert is learning quickly:-
1: Squeaking is one way of getting attention.
2: Munching furniture/clothing/hands/feet will also garner
attention.
3: Attempting to play with Herschel and Jellicoe as though
they are an unfamiliar breed of puppy is not acceptable and is an insult to
self-respecting Ocicats.
4: Chasing cats does not always achieve the desired effect.
Often they turn round and follow him. More disconcertingly, they rub round him,
‘scent-marking’ him!
5: Going to the patio door encourages the humans to take him
into the garden, where he can sniff at will and – usually – relieve himself. (‘Go potty’ for the North Americans!)
6: Following humans wherever they go and attempting to trip
them up is fun.
7: Human feet make the best pillow.
Hitherto, Roxy has been his playmate and suddenly she was not the focus of his attention. She watched, and was on the point of joining in the high jinks with Arthur and Gilbert, when time was called and Arthur had to have an enforced rest, or ‘time out’, because he was becoming over-excited. He is a working Cocker spaniel, full of energy, but is still very young, only sixteen months old.
What a naughty gran trying to teach misinformation about the birds and the bees to her grandson. Son, where did you get the idea living things were made and then stitched together?
ReplyDeleteGilbert looks delightfully puppy like.
Telling fairy-tales to children is all part of the job of bringing them up ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhat fun, at least it's not boring in your home ! The dogs have changed and the cats too, I remember when you got them and they were separated from the dogs in the beginning ! It's such a long time we know each other, I still remember my holidays in Oxford at the Balliol college, and I told the waiter that I had and appointment with Inspector Morse and the guy at the reception played the game and escorted me to a table !
ReplyDeleteAgain I am not anonymous, it's Gattina !!
ReplyDeleteWonderful to see - reminds me of the time my goddaughter believed me when I suggested she look out of the car window to see the poodles in the field! Hasn't forgiven me! Cheers Hilary
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