Thanks for popping in. Was watching our little Vikings just now, roaming around the kitchen like Bengal tigers. On the prowl, looking for something to play with, grapple with and conquer…Boy oh boy, how they’ve grown!!
They’ve also both developed personalities, so whilst I still cannot tell them apart to look at, apart from their tails, I only have to pick one up to know whether I’m holding Erik or Ragnar!
Ragnar Lothbrok, contrary to popular opinion, is a real softy, loves a cuddle, and is completely at ease with both Dave and myself. Erik the Red, on the other hand, doesn’t like being held so much. He loves being stroked, but not held. That said, guess which one this is: Yep. Erik! So I guess he just has to be in the mood.
But look at the size of them now!
compared with when they landed….
They are absolutely inseparable. Find one, and the other one will always be close by.
Getting bigger by the day. They love the wicker chair in the kitchen!
It’s a climbing frame and a bed and a launch pad !
Nothing’s safe anymore!!
They like the garden. It’s as though they KNOW that this will be their new playground. They are casing the joint, watching the birds and the squirrels intently. I do wish they were vegans…
They love Dave’s bag too. Maybe they are planning a stowaway getaway!
Not even my old Mulberry bag is safe. Still, you’ve got to admit – they’ve got taste.
Oh. On the subject of taste, did I mention they’re both right old scroungers! Cheese, cold baked beans, ANYTHING except vegetables. Sorry birdies… no Vegans in this house. Clam chowder lunch, and I thought they were both going to dive in!
It’s amazing to watch them together, you know. The fur really flies one minute, and the next, they are kissing and cuddling each other, preening and cleaning.
It’s fascinating; they instinctively know how to clean and preen. Nobody showed them. They were so young when their Mum left them.
Anyway. Tuesday’s blog rolls back the hours, and I thought I’d spend a happy half hour looking back at the 4 months since our little orphans came to live with us. I love them so much. They are a handful, and pretty mad, but I love them. Their innocence and fun loving energy, their mischievous, daring stunts. It’s all part of being a mum, isn’t it.
Love and Hugs