You would have thought that a close-knit family of meerkats would not take kindly to the arrival of an escaped prisoner disguised as a Norwegian cotton wool salesman, but surprisingly I have been accepted into the group without too many awkward questions. I think this might be a good place to hide out until the heat is off.
In fact, I've been made to feel most welcome. They have brought food for me - mostly worms and grubs. Not very appetising, I must admit, and I later found out that they don't eat these themselves, preferring a diet of chips and fish paste sandwiches, but it's the thought that counts. I've also started to pick up some of their special skills and abilities, such as burrowing, standing on my hind legs* and playing the banjo. They really go for the banjo in a big way. I think it's because they are physically better suited to playing string instruments than, for example, brass. You try an imagine a meerkat playing a trombone. See what I mean - ridiculous, isn't it?
Anyway, I'm getting quite good with the old banjo, and me and two of the other guys - Sniffy Pickles and Itchy MacGyver - are talking about getting a band together and touring the folk clubs.
*Actually, I don't like to show off, but I could do this already.