His Master's Voice

'The Boy' is learning to master his craft of being top in his arena.

Late-ish last night, after our delightful evening in Chesham (for me, at any rate, as I had not one but TWO massages, unlike MrT who missed out on a second chance..) we were sitting in the kitchen finishing a light supper when we heard a crying noise. Now this is not the first time since his arrival that we have encountered this wailing. After further investigation, The Boy was found in the sitting room looking forlorn and abandoned. Going back to the kitchen I urged MrT to bring his coffee into the sitting room, which he did, then we both settled ourselves on the sofa. Almost immediately, The Boy launched himself into our laps. He had clearly decided that he had waited quite long enough for us to come home and get comfortably ensconced for the evening, hence the decision to take action himself! Effective action too, I might add. He endeared himself yet further to MrT by shaking his head a lot and emitting wet bits that flew into T's face, which remained fairly crumpled for the rest of the evening in anticipation of more to come each time The Boy moved. Thankfully, T is a very forgiving sort of chap ....