Introducing Oban

Oban is the next cat I want to introduce, he is a black and white moggy. Mainly black with a white flash on his chest and then a white nose and neck. He looks like he is wearing a batman mask with a teardrop. Oban wears white half boots and has a bent tail of which he is very proud.
So far the cats have been in order of hierachy and age, it changes with Oban. Oban is the next one down in age but in the hierachy there is a younger one higher than him which we will tell you about later. Oban is Tally's son, he was one of three kittens and the biggest. He was the first out of the box, although once he had been out he got back in and didn't want to get out again. He had discovered there was no rush his brother and sister could do it first and took his time at everything else. Tally had joined the household to be company for one of our old cats. Unfortunately our old cat was ill with cancer and it got to the stage where it was kinder for her to go to sleep than suffer any more treatment. She was a good age and much loved losing her was very upsetting, Oban with his wonky tail was the kitten who needed us most and so we decided to keep Oban. Whereas Tally was daddies girl, Oban was mums little man.
Oban is not the sharpest knife in the box, which must be a throw back seeing that his mum and dad are fairly intelligent. He is an amiable cat who bumbles through life enjoying himself but he does have a talent, trees. He first encountered trees when a male chaffinch decided to bait him (probably leading Oban away from a nest site) Oban chased up the tree to get the Chaffinch. The Chaffinch would stay just out of reach, every time Oban moved colser the Chaffinch would hop further out on the branch until the branch was bending precariously and could snap at any moment. Despite this he did not fall but the Chaffinch wasn't giving up and caused Oban to climb the tree a number of times. I think the Chaffinch thought if he could lure the cat right out on a limb it would snap the cat would fall of and be splatted or at the very least develop a phobia for heights. Unfortunately for the Chaffinch somewhere along the line Oban spotted the view and could see far across his Kingdom and he loved it. Oban learnt to climb up tees with the greatest of ease. He will sway in the breeze on branches so thin you didn't think it would support a pigeon never mind a cat. We daily suffered palpitations as he would sway past the upstairs office window on a slender twig. We would be working away and one of us would look up and gasp as Oban looked back at us several branches above the wood pigeons. When this first happened we would rush downstairs and lure him out of the tree with some treat or other but five minutes later he would be back up. What made it worse for us his favourite tree leaned out over a large greenhouse and we had visions of him plummeting to earth through the roof and despite the fact he could well land on his feet he couldn't avoid the shattered glass. As soon as we were able the greenhouse was put on ebay and sold. prreventing premature aging and grey hairs.
If we cannot find him we go to the nearest tree and shout for him and he will appear somewhere in the canopy where he has been sunbathing.
Oban has one bad point, he has a fondness for toes any bare toes and he has to nibble and bite them, which can be a problem when you stick them out of the quilt in your sleep and wake up to fangs being sunk into them. He has learnt to bite toes even when the victim is running. So no quick sneaking off to the bathroom without the slippers. At least we will be safe from bare footed burgulars.