Lying abed reading Gone with the Wind…..lost in a world of Yankees, Southerners and plantations….I hear the clanging of the cat flap. I look down at the bed to see an orange cat (Fox) and a scruffy dog (Misty- she is needing a haircut)….. Ah….methinks…. but before my sleepy thoughts had figured out the conundrum, Him Behind the Wheel was yelling at the interloper. It was the white cat of doom. The one who keeps winning the territorial scraps with Fox.
Needless to say the white cat was booted out the door and the cat flap was locked for the night.