Here is Harris today, not entirely pleased about his witch's hat with a spider:
How tiny he was a year ago, in the first photos we took. He liked to bite everything in those days:
He has a sweet, demanding personality. If he wants my attention, he'll nip me on the arm, jump into my lap, or "comb" my hair by raking it with his claws. If he wants to chase the laser pointer dot, he fiddles with the lid of the box where I keep it. He tends to get everything he wants, from us and from Possum, who still treats him and Toffee as "his" kittens, watching over them and giving them baths. Harris closes his eyes and revels in the attention, managing to look both babyish and royally entitled.
All three of us are besotted with him, in case you couldn't tell.