He's tried to break in before. He'd been out drinking and stopped off for his usual feed in Abrakebabra in Phibsborough. On the walk home He turned off into Charleville Road and tried to climb over my locked gate.
He didn't trust that alone I slept that night, and wanted to catch me in an unwholesome act, given a recent precedent.
Happily for me He couldn't negotiate the climb, or the lock, as He was locked himself. I only learned of it later.
Yesterday the barrier to His entry broke and now there's nothing between me and Him but the window to my room and the door to the flat, easily flattenable. So I've called the locksmith, he's due any minute which could turn into days. I just hope it's fixed before He takes a drink again.