Feeling the cold Rocky?

Nope; just him indulging one of his weird behaviours.

When I am sorting out the washing to go in the machine, he loves to get right into the middle of the pile of dirty clothes, wriggling about on his back, rolling all over the stuff, and sticking his head into armholes/legholes/neckholes/until the fabric drapes itself over his head.

He has often appeared downstairs with one of my bra's dangling around his neck, and it always makes me glad that sorting laundry is the kind of job you tend not to do when you have guests!

Here he is in the middle of the 'dark' wash, wearing a fetching little number as worn by Dyson engineers.

Now - if we could only teach him to carry a toolbox he could be really useful .......