Furball is in the bad books today.

He started off being praised for being a good cat. I couldn’t work out why he was so agitated this morning. He wouldn’t go out in the rain (yes, he’s gone soft already) but kept going to the back door and wouldn’t take any food. Pip made a comment about the litter tray and, sure enough, I put that out and filled with litter and he went about his business was happy.

So were we until we discovered that when he’d gone through to say hello to my parents this morning, he’d used Pip’s bed for the peeing side of the business!

Quite why Pip had decided to empty and just pack away the litter tray yesterday is a bit of a mystery but it’s possible she got distracted over the chap who was coming to replace the bath lift. Whatever, to use that trite expression, “lessons will be learned”… Only thing is that, in my experience, once a (perhaps usually clean but got trapped) has used a spot once, it can be quite difficult to persuade them it’s not an acceptable place.

Apart from that, he seems to be showing more of his young kittenish side now – which reminds me I must order another laser pointer – I lost the last one.