Butter wouldn't melt

Emergency blip material. Well, I haven't blipped him since mid-November, when we got back from Spain. I'm trying to rehabilitate his reputation; everyone thinks he's really mean, and it's not true! Well, except in the early mornings when naked human legs are ripe for attack. Nowadays he studiously avoids Evil Neighbour Cat, thank goodness. But the other day he spotted Max out of the window. He knows Max is a pushover, so he rushed outside, fur fluffed and ready for a fight. Max glanced at him, shrugged, and went to shelter under a car; Mystère returned huffily a few minutes later having been quite unable to rouse any aggression from his opponent. Max even plays happily with village dogs.