....The cat starts moulting. And he is. Lots. Spring has gone completely to his head. He is bouncing round the house like a mad thing. He is racing round the yard & rolling in the dust. He parks himself on the verandah like Lord Muck & surveys his kingdom. Another few weeks & he will be a molten puddle of fur but for now he just wants to know why we all aren't outside racing round madly with him. Why indeed?