Yes, it is Mr G!
Hi there, Mr G....oh, I haven't offered you a snack all day, hang on, please.
Today, I cooked for the gang, so everyone had a home-cooked meal and they enjoyed it. So, Mr G gets a home-cooked meal as well, and he enjoyed it as well. As usual, he dare not eat in front of you, he'd wait politely until you are not watching before he starts eating. The old chap has good manners.
Today, Mr G wasn't scared anymore. He came towards me when he saw me, and I think he looked happy and excited. Previously, he would move away as he wasn't sure whether I was friendly or not. I'm glad he is no longer afraid now.
And when Tabs come, he would stop eating and wait.
Then, he continues eating.
Suddenly there was a loud noise at the pantry.
Oh dear, Bobby had got half his body stuck inside the litter box and knocked over the dustbin.
By the time I settled everything here, guess what I saw at the Stargate?
Someone had pushed the little cover from the outside back under the gate, into the inside!
Now, who could have done that?
Either Mr G himself (how well-mannered is he!) or Tabs, trying to be helpful?
I'll never know!