Hamish.

Here is my parents' cat of 8/9 months. I grew up with cats - not in a raised by wolves kind of way - but Hamish probably wins the title of biggest pest. He's still young and 'playful' but the claw holes in my shoulder this morning didn't feel like playing!

Had a fairly lazy day today, drove my Dad out to a garden centre, looked at fish and ate a croque madame. Pretty successful as hungover days go! Going round to my friend Andrew's tonight to hang out with his one-year-old son Jack and looking forward to it.