This afternoon, I am at their house in Norwich whilst they are at work. It's just me, and Alfie.
Alfie gave me his usual look of disgust when I walked in the door. Alfie doesn't like his peace being disturbed. He lives the life of Riley. He makes me wish I was a cat, sometimes. Well, sort of.
The usual tactic of sweetening him up with a Whiskas Treat or five did the trick once again. He then went into "fuss me" mode for the next 30 minutes. Again, this is all very predictable.
However, he had to be scolded when he got a bit boisterous, flashing his claws around. He never scratches, but just gets carried away.
Since his telling off, he has decided the remote control needs protecting, and has fallen asleep on it, as you can see.
He really is quite a nobber. But great, at the same time.
