If you follow me on Twitter you’ll have seen me announce the arrival of Mr Bear. He’s my new kitten. A British Shorthair. I adopted him from a wonderful lady in Devon and he is now thirteen weeks old. He’s absolutely mental – he spends half the time trying to climb impossible surfaces and the other half falling into a coma-like sleep! I’ll do a little video of him very soon – I tried to record some hair videos last weekend and he kept on shinning his way up the tripod and biting the wires so it took absolutely ages!
He looks extremely fat here, but he’s really not. (Honestly.) I’m kind of more worried about my face – what is that expression?! I must be about to speak. Just for a change.
Here is Mr Bear unwittingly preventing me from doing any work whatsoever! How can I type with that little snoozy face pointing up at me? And those huge bear paws…it’s just a no-win situation, productivity wise.
