That's a cracking pic. As for FIV, Mr C is about 600 in cat years, so take heart, it's not anything like as bad as people tell you it is.
A broken night. 2am:
Mr C: Wah! Wahh! Wahhhh!!
Me: Mummy sleeping. Not snacky time now my precious kitten
Mr C: Waaaaah! Are you deaf?! Come on, out of that bed
Me: Snacky presently, darling
Mr C: Wah!! Rise and shine!!
Me: I am asleep.
Mr C: Christ on a Bike! Get up damn you
Me: Mummy coming, sweetness.
Mr C: Finally. Right, follow me. Don't dawdle.
Turns out he had excess of meatballs and a towel had fallen over the front of the tray, impeding entry.
Mr C: Prrrtt!! Fanks mate