Unfortunately Dogspot has been putting it about a bit, since she was kindly given to me by Casimir the Great. I may need to find some good homes for the products of her fecundity. My suspicion is that she managed to get through next door's catflap. That bloody cat is so careless with her flap.

For those of you who don't know Casimir, he's great. I met him in a salt mine about 150 metres below ground. There was just his head, but he is great. He has a quarter in Cracow, but I don't know where the rest of him is. It is difficult because he was buried twice. The two events were about five hundred years apart although he may have been dead at the time for both.

I can't see Dogspot becoming great the way she is behaving.