didn’t have to go with Tubbly and be forced to loiter around the murder patch. We could see he was working himself into a lather, and that’s the last thing that’s needed. If he cracks we’ve all had it! It suits us here and if anything was to happen to our master, things could get pretty hairy! In any case, the vicar’s kind and we like him. At least I do, though you never really know what the cat likes except for the sound of his own voice. (You’d never guess the number of instructions he kept giving me when I was dying in my basket. Made snoozing a nightmare!) As a matter of fact, Maurice has been very civil lately. Probably impressed by my MALING thing or whatever he calls it. I know it was his idea but it was me who did it – just like with the cigarette lighter in the wood last year. Goes to show, I’m quite a useful dog to have around. Maurice said he overheard F.O. telling Tubbly about me being ill and why he couldn’t go with her on the walk. He was perched right by the telephone and could hear her saying that Gunga Din sent me his love.
