This was to be expected, and tonight's reaction to the sight of his trashed kingdom confirmed that if there's someone definitely not happy with the goings on, it is Spike the cat.
I am only guessing that the noise and comings and goings have already been district ice enough for him, but the way he went straight to the back windows to stare at the gaping trenches and mount of dirty clay was a clear indication of his total incomprehension and distress. He is now sought refuge in the front room and is clearly not amused. It's only day 2 Mr Poppet!
