It's been a tough week. One of the toughest. But coming home to these two little faces always makes things better. So lets talk about my little fluffy monsters some more.
They are six-seven months old now and definitely fully grown cats. Looking sleek and just a little bit rotund around the middle (we've had to instigate a no-treats policy!) and a million miles away from the skinny scared little things we brought home. Lets face it they basically rule the house. Hershel is definitely in full on teenager mode at the moment, he is so boisterous, and stroppy when he doesn't get what we wants (usually the food off my plate or a seat on top of my laptop!) and has taken to knocking things over when he doesn't get his own way.
Emmy is still the shyer of the two but she does like to be brushed and stroked, although only on her terms. She's definitely taken the idea that teenagers sleep all day to heart (or is that just cats?) and loves shoes. So pretty much like me as a teenager then!