Charley hates fireworks. All the bangs and whistles that have been going on for the last couple of weeks (and yes, they're still going on tonight) have him almost too afraid to go out. At least he's sensible and he knows to come straight home if there's noises outside he doesn't like. He then hides under the couch or burrows himself into the duvet (forgive the picture, the bedding was being washed at the time).
It's quite sweet in a way. I joke that I should buy a stock of bangers and let some off at regular intervals through the year, as we much prefer Charley to sleep in at nights than wanting to be out mousing.
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