He was crushed by a slowly moving car outside my house on Tuesday while he looked at me cheekily as if to say: 'Aren't I a naughty boy, going under parked cars like you tell me not to. Chase me and give me a cuddle.'
I shouted but it was too late. He died in my arms.
I didn't post much on here but I'm very grateful to the people who gave me advice when I adopted the cheeky little pesticle three years ago.
Especially Cosietosie but I don't want anyone else to feel left out.
Pictures of him basking in the back garden and also absolutely desperate to get out the front, which is what killed him.