Well we moved into a caravan and she's peed on the couch, but ma says thats her marking her territory...which i guess is a case of 'new place, must make it mine' and she's using her litter tray for everything else. I don't think she's gotten into anything she shouldnt have....she's has been exploring tho. She more cuddly, but she been getting more cuddly before we moved.
Yeah, well all my stuff is there....like teddies, nig-knacks etc, there is familiar smells....and she can get into the bedroom, and well my bedding is on the bed....
An rud is fhaich a dheanamh, 's fhaich e a deanamh ceart!
Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the **** alone.
It's great to get back to nature. But instead of taking off all you clothes and running down the high street, why not 'become' a fruit? To achieve this, put some weird floaty music on, lie down, relax and say to yourself, "I am an apple. I am an apple. I can feel the wind brush against me as I hang in the tree." In no time at all you'll find that the worries of the day will melt away, and your only concern will be whether you're about to be turned into a pie.