It's true, he still seems like such a baby, but he'll be six months old
on Sunday.  Time flies, they say.  :-)

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Krista

I'm very glad to hear that.  Might have been a bit different if you'd waited
until Hubert was 8 weeks old!

It's going quite well, thank you for asking.  I worked 16 hours for two
weeks, this week I'm on 20 and shall gradually build up to 30 hours.  I've
decided not to work full time 37 hours any longer.  I want to spend more
time at home, even if it's getting home a bit earlier each day.
I'm being very well treated too.  Hahaha, they found out what I actually
*did* do when I wasn't there! and my temporary replacement couldn't manage.
Shame..

and KFC and

Kitty has always been used to me going to work, so the time I've spent at
home has been a bonus for her.  I haven't worked much since Boyfriend
appeared, so it was much harder for him.
The first day I got home, as my car drew up in my drive, two cats marched
out to meet me, tails up, trilling a greeting and a sort of "where on earth
do you think you've been all day??"

The important business was that their dishes were empty.  After that was put
right I sat at the computer to check for mail.  BF jumped on the arm of the
chair at the side and put his paw out to touch my arm.  He's never done this
before.  I ignored him so he did it again and made sure his claw caught in
my sleeve.  "What?"  I said.  I took one look at his face and knew.  He
thought I'd gone for ever..
He's fine with it now, in fact yesterday he took advantage of my absence to
sleep on the spare bed all day until I came home (he crept up there unseen)
He knows quite well that, strictly speaking, cats aren't allowed upstairs.
I only let him get away with it because his housetraining is impeccable.

When I got home, he soon appeared downstairs and needed the urgent outside.
I'd thought he was out and had shut the door when I left for work in the
morning.
He's become a bit more loving too.  If I sit in my armchair in the evening,
and the woodburner and television is on, he will jump up to lie on me.  The
important thing is that I'm watching the TV at the time, because of course
then he can do it completely secretly ;-)
Sometimes it's okay if I look at him, and pet him and he will sometimes show
me his tummy for rubs then and he even lets me stroke his lovely white
feeties.
Other times if I dare to move an inch while he's perching on me, he's at the
back door with his "don't wanna" expression and please let me out straight
away.

I've noticed something else.   He likes to "help" me with my poultry chores
in the morning - occasionally he'll accompany me to shut them up at night.
If I get a chicken drinker that I want to refill with fresh water (which I
do every day) I pick it out of the chicken pen, open it and throw the water
inside across the garden so I can refill it.
If BF is there when I hurl the water away - nowhere near him, obviously - he
runs for the hills, which suggests he's had water thrown on him before.
Anyone who could possibly throw water upon this gentle lovely cat deserves a
curse.
However, I can't do it.  Twice I have cursed people who did something really
bad to me.  Both times really bad things happened to them, so I daren't do
it again.  I only did it to make myself feel better, honestly!  I never
dreamt it would work.

Time for bed here in England.
I have to get up for work <sigh>

Tweed