I visited Marmite The Moggie's last resting place yesterday. It was a sombre occasion
Marmite, you will like to know, lies in a shady wooded spot (though the grass could do with a trim) within sight of the scene of many of the exploits so lovingly recorded by Mr Nick. I am happy to be able to report that there is neither sign nor scent of the many duvets p*ssed upon by Marmite.