Ernie has refused point blank to go outside. He stood at the back door growling..there are men working next door with the radio on and also you can hear bleeping of reversing trucks on the new estate (it goes on all day long, don't know what the fuck they do).. He also seems to be lookinf at the rain and going...'hell, no'
I noticed he had weed in his upstairs litter tray, first time in ages..