Yesterday evening, I ate a satsuma and mistakenly left the peel, which
had been removed in one piece, on a plate on the arm of the chair.
I
completely forgot about it, until Dijon casually hopped onto the
armchair, snatched the peel from the plate, and jumped down again to eat
it. As I approached, he skipped away, peels still dangling from his
mouth. He managed to run a full lap of the dining room, leaving a trail
of pith and pips in his wake, then attempted to hide in a box before I
caught caught.
It's not the first time he's been
attracted to citrus fruit; a dew months ago he managed to consume almost
half of a clementine before we realised why he was mesmerised in one
place
