Newt has had another good day. A bit manic this morning, and more re-arranging the living room. Naughty boy keeps knocking the dog brushes onto the floor. Wish it was because we trained him to brush the dog, but no. He likes to gnaw on the rubber tips of the brush. I guess it’s better than him chomping on me or his One True Love. (Little bugger left a humongo bruise on me the other day. Ouch! No wonder One True Love screams obscenities at him.)
Cat Daddy is doing a fine job with Newt-rition. He says Newt is eating every bite of his normal meals. Yay! I guess after weeks of me whining to him to “fix my Pookie Bear” he finally decided that doing so would be the only way he could get any peace.
I heart Cat Daddy 