Little fella is eight (8) years old today.
He really is a funny little thing. At times he has the devil in him (ask Marti and Tobi … and at times Sands when she wants to move him), but the majority of the time he is very happy curled up with Moreno and Fleur, or playing with Dusky, and since we have been in the UK he has developed a love for my shoulders!
He will sit on the bath mat waiting for me to have my bath, then jump on my shoulders while I try and dry off. Every evening when we Skype my parents he turns up and sits on my shoulders while we talk. I have become an expert at cooking with him on my shoulders, and the toilet has long since lost it’s privacy!!
In the evening he likes to be on either Sands or my knee, and at night he is usually curled up in between one set of legs or the other.
In Spain he was expert at getting over the fence on the roof, but here he is very content with the Catio and Garden, I think because he can easily find space to be on his own.
Happy Birthday my little friend xx