He has seen it now. He being my other slave – the one who isn’t particularly fond of me and forgets to feed me, kicks me off the bed in the middle of the night, tips me off my favourite chair because he wants to sit on it and amuses himself by inventing nasty names for me.
Anyway…..he now believes that there is something weasel like in the garden because he saw it run across the lawn last night. He says it’s a ferret but as it has a smooth coat and a tapering tail I don’t think it can be. It has to be a mutated mongrel of some sort.