Onward, to adventure!

If I sleep in much past 9, Tigger will come and ask for his breakfast by jumping on my bed and meowing loudly. Little One is different. Little One will walk in earlier than Tigger and jump up on my desk. He'll make no noise except for that of his bell jingling and the creaking of him moving about my desk and then he'll sit, silently, and look out the window. He doesn't want food, all he wants is to go out and explore. And when I do get up and feed them and open the cat flap, Little One will walk past Tigger devouring his breakfast and go outside to have an adventure.

For all his timid, nervousness he's incredibly inquisitive. I think we should have called him Bilbo.