Mortimer is back to dicky tummy issues. Today has been rather dramatic. Anyway it meant his house needed washing and there was no spare beer box to pop in. So I offered him the bent twigs. He can fit under but seems to have opted for just sticking his head under in a 'if I can't see you, you can't see me move'.
The second choice is a seat at the door - though I think the paper 'nest' is simply he's not bothered to move the paper somewhere better.
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