We've had quite an interesting time lately with our new housemate, Harold. The King of Scotland insisted this little man find his home with us as soon as he laid eyes on the wee creature, and so since then, he has been settling in to his new (and somewhat bizarre) surroundings. I'm not sure what Otis thinks about this. He has been spending a lot of his time outside in the months that we have been here; there are a lot more trees here, and I believe he has made a lot of new friends. He comes home a few nights each month, and of course I try to engage in some kind of interesting conversation with him. Oh, he listens to my ramblings, but never speaks himself so much as an indication to leave him alone unless I feel like walking around with no toes.
So I leave him to his grumpy life (he used to be so much nicer in Wales!), and get on with mine, but I can't help noticing that he appears a bit jealous of the attention Harold is receiving. Of course, the fact that Harold is a lot more compliant than Otis does not help the situation - having such a lovely, peaceful creature around is so refreshing.
I plan on trying to get Otis to be a bit more interactive though. Hopefully, with Christmas drawing near, he will open up a bit more. We'll just have to wait and see.
