Yesterday a break from my usual projects to meet my new model. My mum has been aquired by a small lapdog, currently 9 weeks old. Smaller than my cats! And very, very happy.
Or, well, he seems to be turning into an Arthur, actually.
So, once in a while life throws temptations at you. I hope this little fella will like it here and become as good a mouse trapper as the rest of the gang (not including Hannibal who thinks raw food is yucky).
Right now the other two boys, Hannibal and Dalton, are pished and jealoux and just plain offended that a little worm like that is trying to take over their bestest nap spot (AKA me). I do hope Dalton can use him to play and sleep with, because he keeps trying to persuade the old geezer, and he’s just not having any of that sort.
Better photos when he’s settled in a bit.