Well, Frostie made himself at home on the bed last night (you were right Karen), but for some reason decided to go down to next door's shed to finish his sleep at 3.00am. I think it might take a bit of time for him to adapt to a new home but there's no rush.
He's just had a bit of lunch, a play with a toy and a sniff of his scratching box. Obviously he had to pose for his inaugural photo, but he's yet to get the knack of it. He'll learn.
At the moment having a kip on the bed. It's been a heavy day.