A friend asked me recently if Fizz was behaving liked a gentleman with the new girls. Personally, I wouldn't use the words "Fizz" and "gentleman" in the same sentence. Oh hang on, I just did!
Those of you who've been reading my blog for a while will know that the answer came complete with hysterical laughter from me. If he was anything like a gentleman, he would not have jumped up on my lap, done the biggest, sloppiest poo on my trousers, then jump off again as if nothing untoward had happened.
To be fair, he does call the girls over when he finds something nice for them to eat. You would have thought that, by now, they would have learned that he sometimes has the strangest idea of what they might enjoy munching. On the menu yesterday was my brand new, bright red watering can! Having rushed over to see what he'd found, the girls then stalked off in a collective huff.
As far as the newbies are concerned, Fizz can't quite make his mind up. He's bonked Nonami once and is trying to work out how to have his way with Prissy when she's so much taller than him. Scrat keeps a low profile in the hope that he'll mistake Nonami for her. But he's just as likely to take a truculent run at them, when all they want is a corner of the dustbath.
He's a right little oddball, but you just can't help loving the lad.