Trotters Week

So far this week, Trotter has been entertaining himself by walking repeatedly around the coffee table. We have entertained ourselves by counting the rotations.

He has rubbed his head all along the length of the sofa, and briefly, for a while last night, around Stuarts legs.

He has grumbled at the cats and stood nervously in the bathroom while Faggot approached with a mouthful of bites. Trotter does hate to be bitten.

He has played with an old wine bottle. He managed to escape into the main body of the garden, but only minimal damage was caused as we managed to entice him back in with some lumps of mature chedder.

He has run up and down the stairs and has pissed all over the house, just for good measure.

And to think it's only Tuesday!