The kitten just tried six times to eat my mushrooms on toast off my plate while I am in bed. aye is avery brave and bold little soul, I blew on his face gently, which is the code we humans use for 'no'. He yowled under his breath when Ciarán jumped up onto the bed too, also looking for the traditional corner of buttered toast. The kitten is unfortunately still a bit afraid of the dog. With buttery toast having now been eaten, three orientals are now all cuddled up in a heap together, by my shoulder.
