Although she’s rather beautiful, we’re a bit worried that Peanut is taking herself too seriously in a kind of ‘I’m a model’ way. Since she arrived I’d say she’s probably eaten about half a dish of Whiskas and a tiny bit of the sardines I put down in desperation today. We’ve tried all the different flavours (duck…cod…chicken) and textures (meaty chunks with gravy anyone?) but to no avail, as well as ‘cat milk’ which she sniffed once and rejected (cost a bloody fortune too). She gets really excited and purry when you’re opening the pack, then takes one sniff and walks off with her tail in the air as if to say: ‘I’m not eating that muck’. I’m not overly concerned at the moment as she’s bouncy and full of fun, drinking lots and …well, you know…all her bodily functions are okay. We’re hoping it’s just shyness and being in a new environment, but if she doesn’t start eating a bit more soon it’s back to the vets (they’ll be reserving me a seat soon) as I’m sure it’s not healthy for such a little kitten to be off her grub. As I write, Princess Peanut has decided that she likes the very first flavour (duck) that I put down for her today, and is noisily chomping away in her bowl. Contrary.

#2 was in charge of dinner tonight (’why do I have to be called #2? It makes me sound like a poo’) and made his famous spaghetti carbonara (only allowable because pasta phobic Hubby was working late). It was yummy but the kitchen now looks like it exploded and there are pieces of spaghetti all over the floor. Peanut was momentarily diverted by a bit of limp spaghetti, but only as a plaything and as soon as it stopped moving she lost interest again and went back to attacking #1’s trousers with her needle claws. Perversely she seems to purr loudest when inflicting pain. I like her already.

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