I do like having visitors, especially when they pay me a lot of attention, and give me extra treats, but it can be a little tiring at times, y'know?
It's hard to keep an eye on each single person, making sure they aren't dealing out cat biccies, or leaving the bathroom tap on to play with.
I do not know where he gets all his energy from.
And why he doesn't like to sleep much.
Albie's love to sleep! Though sometimes this can be quite difficult when a Ralph decides to join me in my basket.
He just will not wash behind his ears.
Old favourite places to snooze are moved, new ones are created.
Early mornings, later nights. People sitting in different chairs - which means my evening routine of curling up on T's legs has been interrupted.
Albie's do not cope well with a change in routine.
In addition to the suitcases which filled the spare room (they turned out to be quite comfy - although I only discovered that the night before the visitors left), many bottles appeared...
It's just for the adults.
Shame the bottles weren't full of olive oil.
Albie's love olive oil!!
The visitors brought with them some awful weather.
We give them a comfy bed to sleep in, food and warmth...and they bring lots and lots of rain, and scary wind which makes outside sound scary and not a fun place to be at all.
Ralph was too scared to go out on the balcony. Being the brave cat I was, I went out, but then got wet so came back in and complained that they make it stop.
Can you believe it, but they didn't for a Whole. Three. Days!!
I was a good big brother though, and helped comfort Ralph through the worst of the storm.