Gone astray

Rowf has disappeared.

Rowf has been gradually spreading his net of grumpiness for the past week or more to include stealing food late at night from Gloria's cats, at the other end of our driveway. he even threatened her with GBH when she caught him scoffing Fugly's tucker in her laundry. I told her that when he pulled that shit on me I smacked him one and he didn't try it again. And besides, Fugly has a better class of cat food - he gets single-serve sachets.

For about a week now, Rowf has been going out before dinnertime at night and coming home again for breakfast and to spend the daylight hours curled up in a cardboard carton, only he hasn't been here since Tuesday night and I think he is really a hobo who spends his life walking the roads, dropping in on hapless homeowners who feed him and provide a safe haven for days/weeks/months at a time while he regains condition, before moving on when the people he freeloads off get under his skin and start tugging at the remnants of his stone cold heart. And under his skin, we were indeed getting.

So au revoir, Rowf. May your way be filled with kind hearted suckers, and your belly filled with Whiskas Singles. And do try not to hurt anyone.