It’s a bit of a fuzzy phone picture, but you get the idea. He has to have a bed everywhere I go, so he can keep his eye on me.
If those paws are anything to go by, he is about half way to full size. He is still rubbish at leaping and has to mew loudly to be lifted up to see what you’re doing. He isn’t eating at the same speed, but boy does he like chocolate. It’s taken time, but he is settled in now with his pals. Last night he even went over and shmoozed the dog. He has the loveliest trill, and reminds us of William, our late friend. It’s very comforting. He has taken to lying on the library windowsill concealed by the plants, but when I call him he looks over with what I swear is a smile, and runs across the room to greet us.
