Fizz has had her first trip to the vet and her first set of vaccinations.
She was very brave I must say and didn’t make any fuss. In fact, she is a pretty steady young lady who doesn’t like the vacuum cleaner much (who does?) but isn’t afraid of anything else – except the catnip mouse which for some reason continues to terrify her.
Sometimes she sleeps on my pillow and likes to wake me up in the early hours by kicking the back of my head and eating my hair.
My legs are lacerated. I’m hoping she soon learns about sheathing her claws – although so far she’s been mostly gentle with everyone else, especially the Little People.
She likes watching telly and has tried to jump into it a couple of times. Is she embarrassed after she slithers down the screen and lands on the floor? No – she just goes round to look behind it to see why she couldn’t jump into it. She likes to try and catch the little blue light that goes round and round on the Sky box when we’re watching something we’ve recorded.
And she can – and does - get onto the dining table with ease.
She’s growing – I’m sure she’s doubled in size - and she trots round behind Indy like a little shadow.