Things here have taken a peculiar turn. Uncle Frank is getting on very well with Mewtrier.
He’s bought him a matching robe and has used jungle-learned skills to train him to walk on two legs when prompted.
Mewtrier’s growls and snarls have begun to take on a human sound (or maybe that’s my over-familiarity with them).
Tonight the two of them have marched off to the graveyard to pay their respects to Banks and Hettie. I don’t know what prayer Frank was reciting from one of his dusty old books but it sounded like Latin to me (“Spíritus tui surgeret de terra”, anyone?).
Oh look! It’s a full moon too! Must go and get my telescope set up to get some pictures for my latest academic paper “The moon: big cheese or dusty rock?”