King of the sink

Here he is, Sherman at ten months. He has a gigantic ruff. And he can sit by that tap for hours, waiting for a drop to fall, so it's just as well we just had a new kitchen put in and bought the biggest sink we could get. He is also very busy being a wild cat impostor... my photo agency solicited the first potrait I took of him further down this blog, and mistakenly keyworded it with 'bobcat'. So now a search for 'bobcat' on Getty Images brings up a page of lynxes in the wild/with their prey/in the snow/in the desert and lo! - a much smaller cat, not particularly ferocious, on a green staircase. I wonder how long before somebody notices :-)