Last night he strolled in and I noticed he had a slug caught in his very long, brush like tail. I chased him round the lounge, up the stairs and finally caught him on the desk trying to get the slug off him. And yes, you've guessed it. No slug. Bugga.
Did a good look about but couldn't find the slug. Couldn't find it this morning either. Began to think I had imagined it until I went to empty the kitchen bin. There climbing up the bin bag was a slug. I can't say for sure it was THE slug but it looked the right colour.
So. How the hell did the slug get in the bin?! My kitchen bin is inside the cupboard under the sink, just for context. And whilst chasing Alf, we went nowhere near the kitchen.
Boots bought a dead mouse, he had obviously found, in the other day. I think it was one of Millie's, needless to say it was muddy and very, very wet. He didn't want to give up either, bless!