After our sweet little Bass went to the Bridge at the end of June, OH and I felt there was a cat-shaped hole - in fact, a ninja-shaped hole - in our lives, so today we brought home Bruce. He's a lovely, friendly nine-year old boy and - as you can probably see from the photo - a tripod.
He'll be in the spare room for a few days, and then it's a controlled introduction to our bonkers 17-year old tabby. She's not used to cats, and didn't even like her sister, so it could be interesting.
Here's the new boy: