"The Finlay" is walking. He's managed about 40 meters so far before tumbling (straight into Haägen Dazs at Hackescher Markt, of course) but he's getting bolder and more enthused about the idea of looking down on the cats as time goes on. Here are two pictures of Finlay climbing stairs and walking down a table in the "garden" nearby from a week ago. Yes, he can walk by himself now. Usually in the direction of something breakable, biting (dogs are called "wawas" now, after the German "wau wau" for "woof woof"), or filthy.
On Sunday Finlay reenacted the Warsaw Uprising in a Warsaw boulangerie by flinging his breakfast (Brioche) on the floor and demanding to march up and down the narrow steps of the bakery to the upper floor. Bernhard took refuge with the adults on the top floor... With the amount of coffee that was spilled, crumbs that were scattered and eclairs stuffed into small mouths, it's a wonder that we don't owe some Berlin drycleaner exorbitant fees this week.
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