So much for "cats don't have a sense of family", really.

'náro kitten is such a mummy's boy. Since Shakira has left our flat, he has been spending a certain time each day walking around, mewing piteously and searching for her. No breckies, cuddling or playing can console him. Eventually he gets into another fight with Darcy, or finds something shiny to distract him, but until then it's all mewing and searching. Poor dear.

I suppose I shouldn't have called him Fëanáro. It probably makes the mommy complexes worse. It also explains the scratches I end up with when I take the shiny away because hello? kittyen? not everything that lies on my desk is a toy for you.

*sighs*
*cuddles kitten*