Once inside, segregation for feeding is next - for breakfast, big girls in the utility room and Bramble in the kitchen - still trying to keep her away from the cats. She is very good and only wants to say hello, but the grandcats don't really believe that although Baggins is his usual sanguine self.
This morning, Bramble got through to polish off Teasle's last few bits. The look on poor Molly's ears was priceless - that is usually her perk for waiting patiently for Teasle's leftovers. I felt so bad for her that I gave both her and Teasle a few pieces out of the box!
Bramble does like to get into bed with the big girls. Teasle is getting more tolerant of that; Molly is not quite so comfortable with it.
Bramble looks askance at the big girls sleeping in the bed. She has learned to bark - a little early I feel. First of all it was with Molly and Teasle who, led by Molly, tend to bark at Alistair if they see him outside the window. I can't help but feel this is not quite the idea, but that Alistair is responsible. However, she did just have a little bark, either at her mum, or at one of the cats - I didn't see that one, just heard heard the rather sweet little bark.
...and looking rather cute :)
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