Last night's storm melted their Dad's heart and he got up to let them all in after Sam and Tuxie howled like the sky had fallen down. Poor Kaku darted in first and later, he told me that the sound did sound very thunderous in the kitchen.

Boy was locked in the bedroom with us and come morning, he leapt onto the bed and walked to my face to say hi. Rather exhausted, I grunted, petted him, and slept some more. He waited at the foot of the bed till I stirred again.

I've been a little concerned. He had thrown up (in the consistency and appearance of his wet food) twice over the weekend and when we got home again today, spotted another small blob with cockroach wings embedded when I examined closely. We'll be watching him closely from now.

Nevertheless, come breakfast, for some arcane reason, Kaku always runs under our bed, leaving half her food untouched. I brought the plate to her and shut the kitchen door so Boy and her could eat in peace.

Slowly, I heard cat biscuits clanking against a metal dish and as I peered under, she looked back and continued eating. She is actually a really slow eater. I waited for her to finish - some ten minutes - then let the rest out.

She is sporadically affectionate. On Sunday she let me pet her for some time and even mrrowed at me. I realised her mouth isn't very visible at all. That combined with her large eyes is probably what makes her so adorable although elusive.

Her godmother Weileng once said she resembles her mother the most of all the kittens in terms of looks and stature. Now, she is still the most dear and petite. The true baby of the family.

Their Dad commented tonight over dinner how much Tuxie was so similar to his mother (human one). Both of us love Cheese Tasters! He'd apparently torn into yet another bag and chewed up half my stash! I have been warned by the snack food police that snack foods should not be left within reach of greedy tuxedo cats but I had forgotten.

We did a small experiment when we got home. I waved the bag at him (just as I did on Saturday and he'd sped away guiltily) and spoke in a sweet voice, "Come Tuxie, food for you." He sniffed the bag and I sighed in disappointment. It was the tone of voice, really. Not so much the recognition of the Marks and Spencer's plastic bag out of which he'd stolen many sticks of Cheese Tasters. I growled then and he sped away.

After that we decided to shower the smellier cats: Tux and Sam. Tux allowed me to carry him but started to struggle once we neared the bathroom. Sam watched curiously as I lathered Tux with cat shampoo and never noticed me grabbing the scruff of his neck while his Dad grabbed him by the scruff of his and carried him into the shower. Both my younger boys have had their bath and now smell like fresh flowers. :D