Some one was asking if Bob was fidgetting in the night. Yes, is the answer, most of the night.
Tasha was out all night, so there was no arguments. Today so far, three minor arguments with Bob doing the shouting. I have been making a fuss of Tasha. Bob recognises the sound of biskits being rattled in a tin or box. Tasha has her food in her usual place, but Bob is being fed in another room. I hope this means Tasha knows Bob is not competing for food.
Bob has used the litter tray. He likes to sit on my lap and will purr. But then, he suddenly clamped my hand in his jaws. Not a full-on bite, but still very naughty. So he had a small pat on the bum, and was immediately put back on the floor.
Photos will have to wait.