Although Fister has me dancing to his tune most of the time, he won’t always get his way! But he is actually quite the civilised boy these days... if I don’t open the door, he’ll just go and have a snack and then back to bed.

Fister is lucky that the people working in the yard love cats, so they don’t mind at all he’s down there, and although he does stop and look out the gate to the street, he’s become a bit of a funk in his old age, so he won't go out there - children and dogs could suddenly appear!

Lut, when you come, I think we have to plan it so Fister is in the yard when you arrive, or you won’t see him at all - unless you want to crawl around on your knees to look under my bed.

Here’s one more from the other day: