Chilling between Zooms

He's definitely starting to look more like just a little cat, than the teeny, bean of a kitten now. I mean, he's still small, there's nothing to him compared to Isla, but he's growing quickly, with energy to burn.

Looks as if butter wouldn't melt, but he's a little terror. Isla is the only one who can keep him in check really - he's still getting the occasional whack, and being growled at. But there almost seems a resignation in her grumbling now that he appears to be staying.

Last night was the first we didn't shut him in the spare room. No dramas, he spent a lot of the night sleeping on the bed with us, and Isla didn't stir from being curled up on the sofa.

Baby steps in the right direction.