Wee blighter

A friend popped in this morning and, as Frew just wouldn't leave her in peace, I decided to put him out into the garden. He has learned how to open the back door so I I locked it so he can't pull the handle down. Once he realised he was thwarted, he appeared at the kitchen window to annoy us further. For those of you who saw my blip of a couple of weeks back, the good news is that washing seems to have lost its fascination for the time being.