Admiring the view from the Vicarage gatepost

Emily doesn't really like having his photo taken, & here are some odd things about him:

He has a cloth that he chews, whilst padding and purring....probably because he was taken away from his mother a bit young

He once swallowed a fishing hook, and had to be rushed to the vet, who got it out without any lasting damage to Emily (life 1)

He will not sit on human laps and objects loudly to being picked up by any human

He likes other cats: he will make friends with them and sit next to them and purr

He sometimes disappears for a long time, and then - after the humans have gone frantic looking for him - saunters home for dinner (lives 2, 3 & 4)

He once fell in a water butt and came home soaked to the skin and half drowned (life 5)

He has had quite an adventurous life for a cat who spends most of his time asleep

Cuthbert likes to sleep in the warm compost heap.

Cuthbert taking time with the Sunday papers.

Cuthbert - in the fruit bowl.

Emily is on the left and Cuthbert on the right, on the gatepost lookout at the Vicarage.

We like to sit here in the mornings to watch the dogs-on-pieces-of-string go for walks with their humans. As we are six feet above contradiction, we can say what we like; usually we just stare and then laugh when they make a lot of noise.

We look alike, but you can tell us apart, because Cuthbert has white hair in his ears and Emily has black hair in his ears.

Yes, 'his' ears...Emily is a boy, there was just a bit of a mix up when he was small...actually, he was named by a 3 year old, after an imaginary friend....and then the vet laughed a lot when he went for his first visit.