Poor Ralph. He really has been getting the shaft for the last nine months or so. I distinctly remember a time when I wondered if I would be able to love a human baby as much as I love Ralph. Well, unfortunately for him, it turns out I can. But that's not to say that there isn't plenty of room left for my furry first child. He does still rate, of course. It's just that now he has to wait a little longer for his walk, his breakfast and his cuddles.
The good news is that he has gained a new friend, and once he gets over the fear of torture by hair-pulling, I think they will be inseparable.