Into the darkened sitting room this morning. The cage was left open during the night to give James the chance to explore while everyone was locked out. He'd spent all of yesterday glued to a hot water bottle.
No sign of him at first...
Oh, there he is. There are signs of exploration round the room, a couple of things knocked over, but he seems content in the climbing frame's hidey-hole.
A cosy den. Cats are so good at finding places in which to be comfy.
See? He does have feet. His sharply-pointed tail isn't on display yet.
Good morning, James! I'm opening the curtains now; don't be alarmed. Here are toys, and breakfast.
Distinctly underwhelmed by toys.
A little snooze after breakfast with a fresh hot water bottle will do nicely, though.
Here comes the usurped one. First he gathers his thoughts, thinks of what he's going to say,
and says it. His meaning is unmistakeable.
Never heard such shocking language.
We didn't swear like that when we lived in the woods!