Frogmorton woke me up at five today, so I played with him for a bit, then put the rubbish out and went back to bed, waking exhausted just before nine for a whole day’s work.
Later in the day, I managed to annoy Frogmorton by running ahead of him into the girls’ room. His hackles went up and he hissed at me, really quite cross, so I had to apologize and brush his fur some to gain forgiveness.
Still, after I’d been out for my weekly Blood Bowl match and come back, rosy with a 2-0 win, he was very friendly, and even now, going to sleep, I have him tucked up against me on the bed, my furry little darling.