I think we have all been together long enough to know that Norman is pretty much my child equivalent.  And today is his sixth birthday! I sang happy birthday to him at 4.30am this morning and he didn’t seem impressed, so please indulge me instead, with a few Norman (and Charlie) pictures:

Well, it is his birthday :o)

Charlie disappeared a few years ago. One day I hope I will be able to tell the story of someone in the outer Hebrides scanning a cat by chance and getting Charlie home full of tales, but until then, <shouts> HAPPY FURDAY CHARLIE! And happy Furday to the fantastic furball that is Norman. Even if you did bugger off out this evening as soon as you had your dinner! :o)