'Bro' is still with us - 5 days & counting. I've been hesitant to name him - last time I named a stray he was claimed the next day. Although I do have a name in mind, as it turns out one of the names in
Ang's little lineup, but for a whole different reason. The name in particular has a bit of a story attached to it, it may be a little risque to post here...the story, not the name ;o)
Now 'Big Boy' is very settled &
extremely relaxed - at the moment that's what I
address him as, & that alone has double meaning.......
Bizkit, on the other hand is in a
permanent state of PMS - completely disgusted at this interloper, & she has no qualms at all about letting everyone know. If looks could kill, we'd all be dead by now - especially Big Boy.
The
maille man is positive that she's trying to nag him into leaving - I think he's probably right. Fortunately Big Boy is very dignified - he simply turns a blind eye to whatever method of 'nag' that
Bizkit attempts & quietly carries on with whatever he is doing...usually relaxing majestically somewhere. I mean this lad is a master at ignoring - he doesn't flinch or even acknowledge the psycho one.
Sadly
Bizkit isn't the sharpest nail in the box & fails to realise that by sitting at the top of the stairs & speaking in tongue to Big Boy every time he tries to leave our bedroom at 3.00am in the morning is not going to have the desired effect. In fact quite the opposite - because the lad just jumped back up onto our bed & settled in for the duration.
Big Boy: 1
Bizkit: 0
