We thought we had escaped the "cat that spends its life in trees" by avoiding acquiring a Norwegian Forest cat. It would seem that our ginger boy has one in his ancestry and is never happier than when he is running up a tree. He's such a show off.
For most of the day I have been sewing linings inside a pair of huge curtains. This necessitated moving furniture away from our long kitchen table. It didn't take long before THIS happened
He likes to keep an eye on the property, just to keep me safe. Lovely boy!