My gift for rescuing the Orange banshee (at 4am this morning) when he was hurling himself at the floor to ceiling windows trying to get at a cat sitting on the verandah on the other side. Honestly the noise would have woken the dead. I thought I was being invaded by a herd of screaming Wildebeest.
I went downstairs to find Aslan in full flight. For a little cat he can sure 'pack a punch.' No amount of flapping, hitting the window or yelling at the interloper would move him. In the end, I managed to grab the hissing, snarling Orange banshee and throw him into the kitchen. But not before he got my foot. Then I had to go outside and chase the other cat away.
Visions of me half asleep, no shoes, in my PJ's (at 4am) chasing a cat across the lawn swinging a 2ft long door sausage.
I'm so glad my neighbours were all asleep.
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