Journal

I’m back! Reunited after a week apart. I’m not sure that’s a win in Fang’s book, apparently Zoe and Jack are Fang whispers. Last night someone came into the building and Fang sat bolt upright, staring at the door like he was waiting for someone to come in. He normally gets scared when he hears people in the building, this…

This is how he comes in to me when he wants to be pet… melts my heart every time! I’m leaving him for a week. Considering we have a casual flat mate situation where we have separate “bedrooms” and he’s only just started hanging out in the living room with me in it a couple of weeks ago, I’m surprisingly…

He’s been lying there next to his food dish holding that carrot for about an hour now… he’s definitely figured out toys… well, sort of definitely… 🐱🥕🤷🏻‍♀️

Fang, looking wistfully at the recycling bin… can take the cat outta the alley, can’t take the alley outta the cat… 🤣🤣🤣

After destroying my phone in a bike accident, I got a new phone and holy moly, look at this camera! Fang doesn’t look like a blur! In other Fang news, he’s looking all cute right now but he’s got me worried, he’s not eating his food today. I tried adding extra flavor to his lunch and for his dinner, I…

Put his bed by his favorite plinth and he seems to like it there… Maybe we’re graduating from safe houses to a man cave…

The little lunatic is hinting heavily that it is dinner time… But there’s still lunch in the bowl. So I go over and see that he’s eaten everything BUT the peas… My old dog Marlowe didn’t eat his peas either… he’d snarf up his food, move it around his mouth for a while, swallow and then spit the peas back…

Apparently rubbing the leaves with lemon water didn’t work, the little lunatic still sits in the pot, eating the fronds… Poor Tropical Wilson is looking a little worse for the wear…I spritzed it today with lime water…. #fingerscrossed

I’ve been finding bits of dirt around this plant for a few days now and trying to figure out what’s going on. There are no obvious holes in the dirt so Fang isn’t digging (or peeing)… I thought maybe he was smashing into the pot when he played with his toys at night and knocking dirt out? So I set…

Now that Fang has reigned triumphant in the Great Litter Box War, he’s getting more comfortable with being out of his safehouses… it’s almost like having an office buddy…