A whole week of living with Gramsci! Gramsci the Banshee, when he can't be with at least one of us. Monster Pipsqueak, to Moth. They have spent a fair amount of today together - well, in the same room - not least because G was driven out of my study by a swarm of flying ants (battled with boiling water outside, and my murderous brutality, cinnamon, and the suction hose of a Dyson inside. This was not good for my nerves, and I still feel as though they are crawling all over me). Moth has really behaved pretty well - some hisses and swats when he gets too close, which is tough on the young tabby, since he so wants to be friends ....
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