It disappears during the day. Not a sound is made. I search high and low but to no avail. Then come sunset, it appears as out of nowhere. There is that expectant look, the toss of the head, the arrogance of one who can disappear better than Dynamo. But that is all over now, the hideout has been discovered - mind you that is after Hubby bellowed," why do I have white fur all over my jackets?"
I present the evidence your Honour,