Lest we were in any doubt. Charlie The Cat has taken up his Spring/Summer position atop no. 64’s convertible.
Dalrymple HQ looks forward to awakening with nature’s favourite alarm call: screams of anguish from the car’s owner on his discovery of Charlie’s calling card. A thick carpet of ginger fur.
Wait, what? The last thing I knew Charlie the Cat was MIA. When did he reappear!?