I've been waiting for something truly blog-worthy to happen before I updated this bad boy. But to be honest, we've spent a lot of time doing nothing. I fear that everyone wants to hear that we've been living the high life, meeting people, seeing places and getting cultured. I don't want to let you down but we've stayed pretty close to home. For sure we don't want to spend the next 12 months watching TV on the couch but on the other hand, we don't want to be back in Australia by May having spent all our money. It's a fine balance.
Louie has been with us for 2 weeks. Today he barely moved from the bathmat when I came in to feed him. Now that is progress. We are battling the desire to pick him up and force him to cuddle us, we alternate between soft and tough love, letting him roam free and then locking him in the bathroom. It's like raising a child (although I guess locking a child in the bathroom is a no-no). My mum suggested I make him a little home he can hide in to tempt him out from behind the toilet, so I did. He has ignored it. Sometimes he shrinks from my touch, other times he bats my hand and rolls over for a pat. I'm confused. I can see him now, slowly prowling into the kitchen, being careful not to make a noise, ready at any second to dash back into safety. Even eye contact will set him off. Hopefully it's just a matter of time before I'm complaining about the hair he leaves on my lap after a long snuggle session. Hopefully.
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