Here he is, by my keyboard in the office.
This morning, I decided to take him along for our Saturday ritual. You know, get up late, have brunch somewhere and then do a little shopping, errands and such? When I opened the front door, he didn't seem to keen... Tobi had to used a little feline persuasion (read "push him out")
True, today wasn't the best day to get out; it was raining. Then again, he's Brit, he should be used to rain, no? I thought so. Anyway. He wanted to have a look at our street before making our way to the restaurant...
We made our way to the West-Island (once more, we're always ending back there for some reasons) and headed for...I hoped the name of the place wouldn't upset him too much (you know, "Eggspectation"), but he seemed to forget all about it when he saw our plates arrived. Hubby's plate was loaded with melting cheese and bacon, and Trevor was so excited... Check him out, sitting right smack among the potatoes.Then he flew over to my plate and wouldn't shut up about the size of the strawberries and banana!Anyway, we all enjoyed our brunch and went on with our day... We went shopping, spent too much money (as usual), then made our way back to town and stopped for some groceries.
It'd be hard to forget the little guy is Brit when he just sat on beer cases and waited for us while we were doing the alleys.
He complained a little about our "poor" selection, not many English beers in grocery stores, but overall, I think he was happy to get home at the end of the day...
I know I was!
This concluded Trevor's First Canadian Adventure!