I’ve had my iPhone for 18 months now, and for most of that time it’s been the best camera I’ve had to hand – so I’ve taken thousands of photos. Most of them never left the phone, but now that I’m about to take a screwdriver to it (busted headphone jack) I thought I’d rifle through and see if there’s anything worth saving.

Perhaps unsurprisingly: lots of cat photos. And so, here’s 18 months in (mostly) cat-snaps.

First up, Ralph, clearly puzzled by the shiny new gadget being shoved in his face:

Shortly after getting the phone, I was off to Kyoto and Hiroshima – Ralph helped to pack:

.. but I left the new phone at home. On my return, Hunter was just puffing around being cute.

Next up, lots of photos of Helen and I packing. The cats helped out by snoozing on the boxes:

.. then came the terrifying day of moving house:

.. and further terror in our new place.

They didn’t come out for a day. Suddenly, though, a Ralph appeared:

.. and a furball:

.. it took a while before they could deal with the concept of two floors, though.

Soon, Christmas. Out came a bemused reindeer:

Lots of boxes:

And a real fire. Ralph wasn’t an immediate fan:

But Hunter seems chilled out about it.

As it turns out, Ralph was well aware that the shower was incorrectly installed, and likely to fail under pressure. If only we’d understood his staring at it before the explosion of water that burst through the wall and down through a light fitting (sigh):

The furball didn’t even notice.

Winter, and a cold snap. We built a Snowtoro:

The cats just nested together.

Actually, it looks like Hunter loved that blanket too much to share it:

Then spring, thank god:

Dim Sum:

Dimmer tabloid journalism:

and we grow cat grass. Hunter mostly ignored it:

Cherry blossom sprang up outside:

Ralph popped up inside.

Summer rolled around. I become marginally obsessed with grass (never owned any before..)

Hunter develops a taste for the books on our overflow bookcase:

.. and Ralph just hung out with Helen.

I think this was Jeremy Hunt:

.. a man whose intelligence appears to be less than that of Hunter, who is wearing a sock. On his head.

Anyhow, summer. I find myself eating pizza in Brooklyn:

Meanwhile, back at home, oh dear..

This is Hunter’s unimpressed face:

(Ralph, meanwhile, was getting increasingly annoyed by the film crew from Grand Designs constantly staking out his new modernist house with geometric windows)