After much charadesy flapping about for the locals, many a mammalic hand gesture, and well over four minutes-worth of nose twitching, I have been told that the creature who took a liking to my right kneecap is not a gopher, not a groundhog and not a water rat but a dassie, a rock hyrax (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_Hyrax), or, my personal favourite, a rock rabbit.
I was also told that these guinea piggy rascals are extremely wild and have a predilection for the old scratch-bite-gouge manoeuvre which I was lucky to miss out on when I was teasing the little cutie with my scarf.
Glad to put a lid on that one.
Here is a picture of a queer little dog with eyebrows for anyone unduly upset about not being able to pin the species on the animal:
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