Bye bye, Bingo

Today I bade farewell to Bingo. Well, I didn't actually bid him farewell because he was nowhere to be seen. In fact I have hardly seen him at all during the entire week, but I knew he was lurking, because the food in his dish disappeared regularly and I heard the cat-flap flapping when I was in bed. I don't take it personally.

Last night he came scuttling in when someone let off some fireworks in the village. He sought protection at my feet under the table until the noise stopped, then he scuttled out again.

Because it's been a busy week I haven't resorted to blipping any more of the menagerie of fluffy toy animals that share the house with Bingo, so I thought I would redress the situation on my last day here. This is a Loch Ness monster door-stop in the bedroom.

Do you think I should adopt him as the Clan MacFreuchie mascot?