Apparently Layla's been sniffing Edgar's favourite spot at the top of the stairs at mum & dad's. Meanwhile, Edgar would still like to know why I let a dog drool on their crate blankie

"You let the d-o-g drool on our blanket???"

"But the squirrels!"

Edgar shot through the catflap & knocked the flap off its hinges. More fireworks going off right now than on the 5th. He's self soothing with ultraloud purring right now.

Note the way Edgar flatly refuses to look me in the eye in case he sees my "get off my chair, Edgar" face