27 November:
A real chaos day (it’s only 1pm). One basket ripped from the shelf. One medium flower pot turned over. The big pot with the palm tipped – old, dry leaves ripped off and distributed in the living room. Lothar’s papers on the coffee table pushed off three times (so far). Nail file found and chewed. Some cotton pads found and played with. Henry now walks around with this latest prey in his mouth, proud as punch.
Henry 
Grace: ❤️
Gabrielle: Sounds like a day with the kids at home when we cannot go outside and run the energy off.
Eklastic: Yes, I am looking forawrd to the day he is allowed outside. I admit we never had that kind of trouble with our other cats – but we lived in different climes and they were basically outside from day one.
Gloria: What a lovely little shit! ❤️
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