I spotted Fin, pulling on something black in his mouth.  Oh No! Not the Kitty Num-nums!  I grabbed it in time to stop it disappearing down his throat, and discovered it to be, not Kitty Num-nums but a nylon pop sock, which had obviously escaped from the laundry basket.  Fin clamped his jaws down on it, and it wouldn’t move.  In these circumstances we have learned to do swapsies for a biscuit. It worked!  Five minutes later, John caught him doing the same thing with the other sock, which we again exchanged for a biscuit.  Phew, that’s an expensive operation avoided and a lesson learned!  The trouble is, Fin now thinks all he has to do when he wants a biscuit is to eat the laundry!

…  Anne