Monty has won the Annual Shoplifting Competition, despite the fact that he hasn’t been with me a year yet.
I have always had to keep food out of his reach, and he is partial to rummaging through shopping bags, but yesterday he surpassed himself.
He found, stole and then opened a £10 pack of rump steak. He took a 400g raw steak for himself, and left the other one for Chicken. He was incredibly pleased with himself: no sign of guilt at all.
I had cheese sandwiches.