What a day - traffic was hell and by the time I got home and cleaned/fed the guys I had to have something to eat. So there was no time for a cuddle and didn't we know it as Deacon behaved like a spoilt child and would not stop hitting the kitchen door.
This so emphasises the need for a routine and with the slightest change the whole house is in BIG trouble. Anyway after I had eaten I went in and what a welcome. The next 40 minutes consisted of his wet nose up mine and licking of my chin (which I will admit hurts - a cats tongue is so rough) and lots and lots of padding. Poor Rosie so wanted a cuddle but she waits so patient and we did get a quick one in whilst he went and had a nibble of his dinner. That little lady has become addicted to cuddles - what a difference 6 months makes.
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