Scoop's manipulative nature is killing me. Knowing we feel so bad for him at the moment, he is bullying us for chin scratches and tummy rubs all day and all night, plus he's worked his way through 250g of steak in 24 hours.
That's OK but his night time rambling is not. Having been woken up at midnight, 2AM, 4AM,and 5AM I feel as though I'm reeling with jet lag. While I'm finishing off commissions and hoping to sneak out to the gym for a half hour, old fuzzy is enjoying a fine snooze on the sofa.
No doubt he's recruiting his strength for another night of mayhem.
That's cats for you!