Back where we belong

Our tabby youngster is a funny wee thing. We got him as a kitten, but perhaps a little too late before the wild habits had got established. He is only a cuddle cat on his terms, spends most of his life outside, regardless of temperature and rarely sits still.

This morning (ahem, 4am) he is dozing off on the table in front of my computer, after several attempts to chase and chew various wires. He is totally adorable in this mood, but it is so rare I took a photo of the moment.

He was eventually distracted by a cloth mouse which I made for Ms Ginger (and which she ignores)