Poor little H has just produced a mighty furball - on the newspaper I shoved under him! I think this has got to be the first time that's ever happened, he usually manages to move away and deposit it on the floor.
I am amazed at their resilience though - I was sick a couple of weeks ago and it took a while for me to get over it. H popped outside for few minutes and then came in, nuzzled his catnip, sharpened up on his post and is now giving me 'the look' as he sits pompously on his sofa!