Awww, it's heartbreaking. Before my Ginger hopped off to the bridge Pickles was his adoring slave. He reminded me of those valets gentlemen used to have, attending to Ginger Bun's every need, he'd spend ages carefully grooming him, but when he asked nicely for a quick wash in return Ginger would turn away from him! :roll: Makes you want to tell them to 'help each other or no carrots!' doesn't it?