As we all know our moggy friends,when doing the business, like to scrape away a layer of top soil, do the jobby, then bury it. Nothing wrong there.

However a delightful little bastard has taken to leaving his home of a morning, strolling down the street then in from of my car proceeds to scrape furiously at the tarmac, leave his calling card then repeat the scraping thing before scurrying off home again!!

Now where did I leave that shotgun catalogue! (Evil grin.)


Awaits pleas of mitigation from Hobbes and Co.)