“when I grew up, a-fussing was something you definitely didn’t want” i can imagine…lolol
I have peered over the bed before to see what he does, and it seems he pops onto the cushion, digs a bit (here’s where i looked over sneeky-like), looks straight at the cushion, digs again, looks up, digs again for longer and louder, looks up, and then digs REALLY loudly, then no sooner does an arm flop over and pay him attention he’s quiet as anything apart from the happy chatterings of toothypegs. He’ll dig also if you stop a fussing before he’s finished!
How lovely, i got in, and he raced out from under the bed and plonked ducklike in front of me for a cuddle, then took off and leapt up on the other cushions and sat watching me, leapt off and came back for more hellos and nose kisses (LOTS OF!!), Bettie Bean was a bit more cautious, kept popping her head through their wooden houses steps so she could retreat sharpish. I’ve just been under the bed tho and they’ve got into their routines of flopping nose to nose for a double head scrummage!! MY BABIES!!! 🙂