Just recently, my human has been paying mysterious visits to the house next door, which at the moment is inhabited solely by my friend, Rupert. I’ve finally worked out the reason for this.  Rupert’s own human is in hospital, and Rupert is therefore very grateful for the provision of a temporary butler/housekeeper/chef de partie. The trouble is that I’m not allowed inside, although I can hear all kinds of interesting stuff going on, which sounds very much like fir cone games and the occasional distribution of treats.  I’ve tried scratching on the door and wiping on the windows, but apparently this just freaks Rupert out.  (Hey, Rupert!  What about a…