It's our youngest and naughtiest's first birthday tomorrow, so thought I'd take a trip down memory lane and re-live some of the more bizarre moments in our lives, thanks to little Tabasco
We nearly named him Otto, because when we brought him home, he hid under the ottoman in the loungeroom, and didn't come out for several days. Shane slid small plates of food, water and cat milk under the lounge to keep him sustained. After our guilt subsided about causing this reaction, there were a few jokes about our furry little troll under the bridge
He finally came out from under the ottoman.
Being taught how to take over the hoomans' bed, courtesy of Uncle Mini, king of the quilt stealers.
Ah yes, how can we forget the 'just how long has he been drinking our water?' episode ...
Even worse, just how long has he been washing his tootsies in our water?
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