I always think it's a good sign when a new cat ventures out from their hideyhole for an explore of their new surroundings at night.
Barney was rescued off the streets of a large city and, like Roo, would wolf food as if there was no tomorrow. There was no guarantee, in his mind, that another meal would be forthcoming. In fact, it shames me to say, he was -and still is, to a certain extent- a scavenger round the food bins and bits on the kitchen floor. We have to remind him firmly that those days are past and there is just no need.
His piéce de resistance within the first week was to remove from the worktop a new multigrain loaf and tear into a good half of it unbeknownst to the rest of us.
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