Non, non, non, Louis Catorze! This is just one of the many reasons* he is not allowed out at The Front unsupervised; rolling around on the dirty pavement that dogs have used as their toilettes is not what we want and, quite frankly, it makes me feel a little sick.
*The other reasons are:
- Picking fights with dogs
- Picking fights with foxes
- Screaming outside neighbours’ houses, forcing them to return him to us when they can’t stand the racket any longer
- Accosting neighbours as they are attempting to leave their houses and either not letting them leave, or following them, screaming
- Rolling around in exactly this same way but IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD
On this occasion he slipped out as soon as Cat Daddy opened the front door to go to work. Naturellement, just as I sat down to have my tea, he was screaming at the door to be let in again, much to the amusement of a family passing by.
And, whilst the little sod usually avoids me, after returning from his exploits at The Front he was suddenly desperate to show me affection and to rub his gross, dirty fur all over me. He was chasing me around the house in exactly the way I do with him when it’s time to take him to the vet.
It seems that he is starting to unleash his Summer Psycho. He’s a bit early. But I don’t suppose he cares about that.