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18th November 2007
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On Sunday 18th November, at the tender age of 12 weeks, Canelle brought home her first victim, a mouse. I found her playing with it in the garage; it was certainly dead so I let her keep it. She even growled at Cibie to establish it was her kill, her mouse. Look out, rodents, your days are numbered!
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The two new characters are thriving. They're very well behaved, knowing when to say 'me-out' when they need to use the litter-tray in the garage. They play-fight without bullying, chase each other around the furniture, skidding about on the tiled floors, and play with anything whether designed as a cat toy or not - a current favourite is one of my socks which gets carried around by mouth, batted about and ends up in the strangest places. Slippers and shoes get pushed under furniture, tissue-boxes get chewed, tissues shredded and one unfortunate conker gets chased and batted all round the house.
Cibie has Canelle in a head-lock.
In the garage they chose a garden sack to snuggle down on, rather than the pillow in a box that I provided for them.
Stretching out on the sofa at the end of a long day's play.