Look at her…

This once-stray has now ruled our household for over ten years. The Collie – now well trained and subservient to her – knows its place..

It’s been a long battle but Misti is now working on me. My wife is not a morning person. The cat has figured this out, and has been refining her cat-terrorist skills as the summer progressed.

The problem with cats is that they are natively nocturnal – if they can be bothered. And, given a free paw, will exit the house to hunt all the interesting nightlife that passes through the garden.

The house is securely locked at night and we don’t believe in cat-flaps.

Hmmm purrs the cat… you can hear the devious cogs whirring.

Recently, I’ve noticed an increase in the Olympic long jumps off the windowsill with her landing on our resting bodies. But, as these have resulted in her being threatened with a holiday in the cattery, she has desisted.

Or rather, gone back to the drawing board.

I must have missed the prototypes, but at 04:17 this morning, Misti sailed through the bedroom air to land on the dog, who sleeps at the foot of the bed.

The dog became a howling fury of spinning claws on wood and headed for the door to the garden, ensuring I had to get up to avoid a poonami in the house.

Cat Billiards is a genius strategy.

She spent what was left of the night in the boiler room…

Anyone need a cat!

©️Stephen Tanham 2025.