I'm not sure anybody really cares, but here we go...

Turns out cats are far more perceptive than I had previously given them credit for. Or at least my parents' cat is.

He was quite literally watching me all weekend. But only when he thought I wasn't looking. It was odd. He seemed clearly threatened, having exactly no idea who I was.... but I did win him over by Sunday.

Also, it seems owning a cat has made my parents quite insane. They speak to him as if he understands... but at least my mum is aware that he doesn't understand the words, or even know his name. My dad tries to reason with him... getting the thing all riled up, and then saying, "Okay, Cam, it's time to calm down." It's a cat. It's insane. You have just created a pouncing, clawing machine for the next hour... you can't just tell him to stop.

Anyway, I guess it turns out I'm not all that allergic to my new "little brother"... which I can only assume is good news....

Other than that, nothing overly exciting happened at the cottage... apart from sleeping, my parents and I were mostly doing 2 (or even 3) or the following at all times: eating, drinking and/or talking. Not necessarily in that order.