Hark the Herald...

I thought Mister Squeaky had been a little too quiet this week, now I've found out why - for some reason that seriously deranged bat has decided that he needs a coat of arms. Unfortunately he didn't do his homework properly on this and has made himself a rather nice moleskin jacket (although I think the mole wasn't terribly pleased to be evicted) and has sewn some arms onto it, I don't know where he got them from, to be honest I don't even want to think about where he got them from but at least for now they are passably fresh and the smell isn't too bad and at least he's been sufficiently occupied to stop him from stalking nuns again.