When I'm calling youuuuuuu, will you answer "Mewwwwwwwwww"?

Wayne might have found Big Grey's original home.

There's a lady on the same block (if you can call a rural area a block) who is even more of a soft touch for critters than we are.

He popped in and saw her this morning, and she is missing a big fluffy grey & white 'constant talker' ... but her cat is a female.

Um. Yeah... well I assumed Big Grey was a male because *it* is so very large and demanding (shuffles feet, dodges bullets).

But as Wayne pointed out over the phone this morning, Big Grey doesn't have the boof-tom head, and neither of us felt the overwhelming need to look up its date. Being as fluffy as it is, you can't tell without getting far more personal than we'd care to.

Big Grey's been lost for a couple of months, which explains the cat's condition and timidness. Wayne's taking *it* around to the lady this afternoon when he finishes with his client, to see if they're a perfect match.

Fingers crossed, eh? Otherwise I think I'm going to be stuck with seven cats because Wayne's utterly besotted with the newcomer.

Whereas much as the newcomer is nice, my loyalty lies with the six we already have. So to save all those arguments I can just feel looming off the horizon, fingers crossed we rehome this cat tonight.

Especially as the bloody creature keeps getting on my counter tops... grrrrrr....!!!! No pets are allowed on food surfaces, EVER!

Where did I leave my water pistol ...?

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As far as baby goes, he had a very quiet day yesterday, which probably meant he spent the day growing and getting fatter.

He woke up about 8pm, then kicked into full activity mode until just before 2am, when I was finally allowed to crawl off to bed.

Today's back to kick/sleep/punch da cervix/sleep/wriggle scratch/demand food/sleep, ie situation normal.

I'm starting to reconsider allowing a caesarian, but don't hang your hat on that.

It's like Wayne's theme song: "I used to be undecided but now I'm not so sure".

We'll see how we go on the day.

Meantime, I'm being amazingly good and that niggly client has (by natural attrition) become top of the To Do pile. Five end of year returns & report sets in just under 24 hours - I'm tired just thinking about it.

I think it's time to snarf some fruit & yoghurt, have a wee nap, and maybe think about getting to that niggly one either tonight or tomorrow.

Weekend? Waassat?