In which J makes a new friend

When I called down the stairs for J to come and get his dinner, I found him in a state of great excitement.

For shits and giggles (very  appropriate under the circumstances) I had bought him a “Victorian en-suite” or as we call them a chamber pot or “po”.

This po had acquired a rather fierce looking occupant.

I quite like spiders but not actually on my person so I asked J to put it outside.  He refused on the grounds that  it is a “house spider”, so now it is living in the basement utility room.  Just as long as it stays in the basement that will be fine.