At first the birthday boy was a bit reluctant to have his picture taken, no time to pose, got a fly to catch, one of his favourite occupations.
Then, shattered, he decided to flop by his adopted scratching post. It's exactly 6 months to the day since I adopted him from the shelter and as they thought he was 6 months old today it's his official birthday. He's a wonderful, lively lad, always up to something. I caught him dragging a big fillet of smoked fish home yesterday, goodness knows where he got that from, hope it wasn't someone's tea! Many happy returns Billyboy!