Back at his favourite sunspot, Grouchy, with his rear inside the cave keeping his arse cool, basked in the morning sun watching the world go by and undecided about what to do next, whether to hunt, or find any females knocking about to shag. After pondering this monumental decision for a while, he stayed there and licked his bollocks. This daily routine, although mundane and repetitive, he’d done since the intrusion into his domain several months ago by humans. Grouchy was old and wanted no disruption or excitement in his life.
He yawned, rested his head on his paws, and stared at the two new plant shoots, sprouting from his faeces near his cave. Grouchy knew that his new emergency medicinal plants would not take long to grow, as they usually didn’t. Although not understanding the technic
