Brian is plotting. I can smell it. He has ears everywhere. He’s probably rounding up his weasel collaborators for a massed attack. He’ll try to enlist Tubbs the Tabby; nasty spitting, scratchy thing. I need to review my forces.
Decided to build defences and make some traps of my own. Dug a hole in the lawn just beyond the back door and pushed two plant pots to either side of it.
I’m on alert.
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