Smokey 1100 hr

I have had a day at home tidying up and decluttering the study and spare room. Luckily I had the foresight to utilize my photographic assistant to make a portrait this morning.
He has been in the wars the last few days. First he apparently acquired a flea and refused to believe it had been eradicated after I'd fumigated the living room, applied the Front Line and wormed him for good measure, preferring to stay out all night despite it being -4.5 degrees out there.
Now he's over that, but has a nasty bald patch on one of his front legs. Not sure if it's the result of a fight, self-inflicted or what, but it seems not to bother him. He has at last resumed guard on the wine-crate, his former favourite haunt, though here he is sitting on the arm of a sofa.