And the beat goes on...

And Trotters legacy lives on.

I found a trail of tiny orange paw prints starting at the back door, across the sitting room floor, on the sofa, through the hatch. Across the kitchen top, smattered on the hobb, only to find Fing with bright orange paws eating his lunch on the side.

Being the composed and dignified Boy that he is, he didn't struggle at all as we washed his feet, just looked completely unamused.

So unamused that after we had finished he went upstairs and pissed in my washing basket. But thats the sort of Boy that he is.