Cats, they're everywhere. Scaling high walls, staring down, spying on people, doing the bidding of Theresa May, except not quite in the 'internet spy powers' digital manner. This unknown cat below is obviously in training.
Concerned about our new watcher-class it came as a shock to see neighbour cat Cato in the garden when I got in. Not that the neighbour cat was there, that wasn't the shock, it was his activity. He appeared to be digging a hole to the depth of the Mariana Trench. At first I thought this was a typical poo-hole, but he kept digging.
And digging.
And more, frantic digging. There must be something down there he's after
Some of the spoil from the hole was thrown against the fence, the noise surprised him and for a moment he was distracted and walked away from the hole.
Then when he returned he appeared to have forgotten the hole was there and promptly fell in. He completely vanished for a moment. But then he reappeared with that look of deliberate nonchalance cats get when they do something foolish. He turned and licked his tail and rearranged some fur, all to indicate "I meant to fall into the hole, it was all deliberate."
Then he continued digging.
What on earth is down there?
He then turned his backside to the hole and did a crap in it.
Once he'd finished his business he filled the hole in, partially, and wandered off.
Not spying after all, but sort of indistinguishable from it.
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