Now Ganthet normally does not go anywhere except his playpen, the couch, the bathroom, my Mum's (hotel time when we are on holiday) or (very infrequently thankfully!) the vets.
He was not too impressed at being woken up at 11 am, since he normally doesn't rise till about 7pm, but after a few meal-worm treats he was perfectly content.
"Mum I'm tired..." |
After multiple shots of his back or behind I don't think the final shot will contain him but it was worth a try none the less. Mega thanks to Barbara for her patience!
He'd fallen asleep before I even got him home! Must be exhausting flirting with all the ladies at The Women's Organisation!
"Night night!" |
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