I just saw Ziggy trot past my door with these things:
A plastic bag from the bathroom bin.
The lid to the bin.
And, finally, a bra.
Ah, the little scamp. I think he might be building something.
Yes, I am positively looking for distractions today.
Oh, and now he's dragging the cat around the house. The cat that is almost twice his size.
Back to Chapter three.