Yesterday during breakfast, Evie and I looked up to find Finchley on the roof of the conservatory/sunroom (depending on what country you come from). Now that he can get up there, thanks to a new storage shed next door, he thinks he's king of the mountain. Good thing it's thick glass.
Evie loves to be with Finchley. Finchley enjoys the attention, but sometimes likes his alone time. Tonight they happily coexisted on the heated floor without anyone pushing any boundaries and invading any personal space or placing any toys onto anyone else. Progress!
