I had George over for the night on Thursday, as Emma was having an inspection.
As usual, he spent a good portion of the night yowling. But whilst previous times he seemed to just want attention, this time when I got up to see, he was crouched in his carry box, looking out, yowling “Take me hoooome, take me hooome!”.
I’m not sure why he reacted that way this time – usually he seems pretty happy here. Maybe it’s because when they were still at the flat my place was somewhere big an interesting to explore, but now they have the house my place just isn’t big enough any more…I dunno. Maybe he was just in a mood.
Anyway, I picked him up and dumped him in my room, then went back to bed. He wandered out and went back to yowling for a bit, but eventually came back in and hopped up on the bed and slept right through till my alarm went off in the morning (which he did NOT like…heh).
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