Charlie loves sprinting up and down our stairs. He thinks somebody is chasing him at all times, but if you lag behind too far he will wait for you, as he's doing here. If somebody is *not* chasing him then he is chasing them - when he catches you he will let you know by batting your ankles with his paws.
Sometimes he just likes to lounge about on the stairs, watching people go past. Sticking his head through the banisters is his favourite.
These are the very steep stairs which lead to Kirsty's (attic) room - if he really wants to get away from you this is where he goes because no one likes going up there (not even Kirsty).
Charlie likes sitting on our dining room table even when it is covered in crap.
This one just makes me laugh.
Charlie's first day out involved a lot of fearful staring outside from the safety of the kitchen.
A lot of hiding behind his paws.
And a lot of close inspection of absolutely everything on our balcony.
On Day 1 he only made it half way down the balcony stairs (which lead to our garden).
Before slinking back up again like the giant wuss he is.
I think cats look most adorable with their ears back like this. Which is what they do when they're eating for some reason I've never been able to figure out.
He spent a lot of the day gazing up at the birds, mesmerised.
On Day 2 he was outside for the entire day, exploring our garden, and all our neighbours' gardens.
It is all very overwhelming for poor Charlie.
But he is a fierce cat with a lot of territory to protect, and he loves it out there.
Ack! He's so beautiful. ♥ ♥ ♥
Very, very contented sleeping between Phil and Marie (and who wouldn't be).
Classic Charlie. He spends a lot of time staring out the window looking for cats to fight with.
And this is me last night, drunk, entrancing Charlie with youtube videos of kittens in boxes.