Killing time

Not me. The G boy. In that "it's killing time" rather than Hammer time. Although if he wanted to make a start on the MC's throat, I'd nail the bugger's parachute pants to the ground to give the G boy an easier time.

Nope, he's clearly got out of his mood of lates and has enough spare capacity in his war with Foul Ginger to get back to form and bring his old dad a present. A visit from a bouncy cat in the night, followed by the sounds of hyper behaviour in the bedroom in the dark (From the cat. Behave! Oh dear, there's no way I'm going to win THIS one is there, wash your mind out), then early in the morning to discover a fresh mouse corpse on the floor at the foot of the bed. We've had words before about using my room as his private killing floor. But frankly, it's nice to see him back to himself. Could this mean a late in the year rush on his stats?