I couldn't find Charlie...until I looked in my bedroom wardrobe. I have the wee cat carrier in there, that I transported flamey here in, and for reasons only his little cat mind knows, Charlie has crawled in there, and is fast asleep.

Last time I looked, he was snoring away on the bed...actually, that's how I found him, I followed the snoring. If Bonnie Prince Charlie was a husband instead of a cat, he'd probably be divorce material, just based on his snoring alone. Seriously, I've heard people that snore quieter than my ginger and white ten-pin bowling ball with fur.

He was sitting on my vacuum cleaner this morning. Maybe he wants me to hoover him, again. He actually kind of gets off on being hoovered. He's definately in need of some councilling, ha-ha.