Flea

Flea. Named for the bass player of the Red Hot Chilli Peppers but, sadly, a cat without an apparent musical bone in her body. Since I moved back home though, she and her brother, Tux*, have become progressively more vocal, moving from near silence to what almost amounts to a 'hello' when they see me.

For the most part, Tux takes the ground floor and Flea the upstairs. And whereas he is a cuddler, she is rather skittish. That is until bedtime when she hops onto my bed and stays there for as long as I'm reading, listening to music, or watching Netflix. A few minutes after I put my light off, she jumps down off the bed, which gives me a start if I'm not already asleep. 

*named for the Linux penguin and who does, in fact, like fish. Good to see one of them made an effort.

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Diet news:
-1.6kg
I know that seems quick but I think it's just all the bloatedness disappearing. Still it's going well. Also, if I don't mention drinking alcohol, you can assume I haven't (ditto exercise).