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    About a boy named Hugo, a girl named Sophia, and three cats.

    March 2007
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treat ’em mean …

Hugo and Louis are very good friends. The two big boys (who both came before Hugo and therefore remember life before sticky fingers and loud noises) are understandably wary of Hugo’s keen interest in a) anything that moves; b) is smaller than he is; and c) furry. Louis, on the other hand thrives on Hugo’s version of love (and never-ending supply of snacks).

Last week I walked into the lounge-room to find Hugo with his head resting on Louis like a pillow – “GET UP!! YOU’LL SQUASH HIM” – but Louis was purring and they both just looked up at me with identical “what are you yelling about woman?? we’re trying to watch Wonder Pets here …” expressions.

There is nothing more endearing than Hugo giggling hysterically “he YUVS me mummy!” as they play one of their mad-cap chasing games around the house.

This week Louis visited the ‘doctor’ for his little operation. We took him over in the morning, and as the vet carried him through the door, Hugo bellowed “YOU-EEEEEEE” with tears in his eyes … you’d have thought the poor cat was walking the Green Mile. You-eee came home later that day, as full of beans as ever (I know he had the operation, I have a piece of paper that says so … but he bounced back straight away) and he and Hugo took up where they left off – my pleadings of “please be gentle, he’s just had an operation” falling like dust in the wake of their shenanigans.

And it does Louis no harm … his report from the vet pronounced “Louis is in great condition” :)