Moray's been the boss from the word go, notwithstanding he was the youngest, and the smallest. He's now put on a growth spurt and at 7 months' old is on a par with his 20 month old bruvver
Tinks ran away when we first brought Moray home - he'd been bestest mates with Ross, who we lost to a road traffic accident in September, and he couldnt understand why this skinny little long haired thing had taken Ross's place. He was desperately upset. Having said that, Tinks originally didnt belong to us - he was a neighbours' cat, but he was such good mates with Ross that he ended up coming to live with us after a somewhat difficult winter. Losing Ross affected him every bit as much as it did us.
I give all of the credit to Moray for exercising restraint and patience beyond his tender age for winning Tinks round. It was as if he knew he had to court Tinks' affections very carefully, or he'd be out. And that's exactly what he set out to do. Now, he just bashes and biffs Tinks, and chases him up and down the stairsa and in and out of the duvet
but it's all very good natured, and Tinks loves his little bro very much.
I feel as excited as you must be, thinking about Humph joining your home!
You have so much fun to look forward to.