The new, still unsexed, Spike has escaped from his luxury apartment. He was definitely at home when Mrs Gruff fed him a raw green bean, on Friday night, but was out when checked this afternoon.
Oh woe!
Stop Press: As this blog post was 'going to press' a nibbled pack of Hall's Sugar Free Mentho-lyptus throat lozenges was discovered behind the chest of drawers in the bedroom. There is hope.
Sunday 26 October 2008
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Clever chap is Spike II/Prudence: nw he/she won't give the game away by coughing.
Clever indeed: He seems to have used a suspended fruity chewy stick to climb to the roof grille and then moved himself in a brachiate fashion to one of the roof hatches, which must have been down but not clipped shut, before hauling himself up and squeezing through.
He was settling himself quite nicely into a cosy corner of the bedroom and it has crossed my mind that he could probably live quite well as a free spirit, albeit one favouring those parts of the floor under which the central heating pipes run.
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