Rojo sharing his wetness
I worry that young Rojo may be turning into a problem cat.
His fondness for water and getting wet generally is quite amusing – it really is fun to see him hop into the empty laundry basket and pester us until somebody pours a jug of water on him, but I don’t think it is normal.
There is also the small matter of him allegedly chasing foxes – embarrassing for somebody like me who is anti-fox hunting.
He has now discovered a head for heights. A few nights ago I was in the bathroom (top floor of the house with a dormer window in the roof) and heard a scrabbling outside the window.  I investigated and saw a pair of eyes looking through the crack. Guess who?
Tonight there was a knocking on the door at about 10:30. It was the neighbours from two doors down with an armful of ginger fur, asking if it was my cat.  I ‘fessed up and asked where she found him – on her bed.  Which was behind the closed door of her bedroom.
He has come a long way since getting stranded three metres up the tree in our front garden the first week I got him, and I wonder where he is going to turn up next.
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