Monday - resumed tunneling

photo potting shed

same boring old nuts half a sausage
too fat too short-
wheres the justice in life?
I am now tunnelling between the potting shed & next doors pantry, as a joint foraging tunnel & escape route for Fothers in case the powers that be track him down... My Human thinks there are moles, as the spoil is all over the lawn in little hillocks. Azi wont help, he says he is too big & will be caught, so he's standing guard. Fothers is yawning over his History homework-- 'Royal Hounds of Transylvania'-- 'guy fawkes had a point' he yaps.
We are wondering if to go to Transylvania to help find his Mummy, but we will wait for news first-- if she locates hid dad she will presumably first try & smuggle him out of Transylvania rolled up in a persian rug..
Meanwhile, sustenance is my main concern...