So I had Ash in my room this morning, and he's still here. He'd come in this morning to give me a cuddle and say good morning. I'm glad he's finally accepted me into his trusted inner circle of people who are allowed to show him affection (he hid for five days when I first came to visit in June).
He's on the windowsill (see the extra photo). He's happy there because its warm (the radiator's on) and he can see what's happening on the street outside. Because I live on a Close, the road has very little traffic. Occasionally people walking home and heading past our place, walking from the nearby footpath, or going the other direction and heading out. There's also the commuters coming home in the evening, or leaving in the morning, well, if they've got office jobs.