Gramsci the adorable is definitely a Growing Kitten. He's not quite as huge as I was fearing - I thought that two weeks might have turned him into something more cat-like - but he is certainly bigger, and in many ways better behaved - although he seems to be rougher and more pissed-off with Moth, who still refuses to play with him, let alone to consider being friends. I wish there was some way of turning this round ... the air is thick with the scent of Feliway, but it doesn't seem to make much difference ...
And did Young Gramsci miss me? It was hard to tell, yesterday: today he's decided that, undoubtedly, I'm his long lost friend, and keeps landing on my shoulder, wanting to be petted and petted.
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