Ralph has the runs. Oh the heady blend of odours combining in a fragrant mist over our new abode. This is a picture of him perfectly settled before trouble hit. Change of food, methinks. Bloody supermarket gravy stuff. Foul, liquid concoction. And that was before it came out of the tin and was processed by Ralph's insides. Enough! This site is descending into a stench-filled cesspit. Beauty will be restored as quickly as possible.
P.S. Oh the relief. He is fine today.