Well, if two slinky black whiskered fellows weren't enough for one decent honest chap to contend with along comes a bloomin big tiger creature determined to take up residency in my garden. According to the neighbour it spent the whole of Friday morning perched atop the shed roof seeking a prime viewing position of the twittering birds in the hedge. Then on Saturday it spent the day sleeping on the pond slope up against the shed. I went and peered at it between the branches of a bush but it just ignored me and then the Tall One went out and it didn't pay the slightest bit of notice of her either. It was only on Sunday when she went up to it with the nasty bright light flashy thing that it took umbrage and went back to join its four furry friends two doors down. Unfortunately it has left me a present of some tiny white egg things which have hatched in my fur and consequently made merry in the Tall One's bed so she is now whingeing about bites of the flea. A Pox upon this scurvy cat I say.
