What have we let ourselves in for? 1.00am this morning, when I was just thinking about going to bed, the most tremendous caterwauling outside, woke DH from a sound sleep and judging by the lights that went on, half the street as well. 'Our' Cassidy, had chased the little black cat out of our garden into the middle of the main (trunk) road and was pulverising it right on the white line. Thankfully, no cars came along and after lying still for a bit, wee black cat limped into the driveway opposite, where Cassidy laid into it again. By this time we were at the front door in our pyjamas calling on Cassy to come home but were totally ignored while he continued to stand over the wee cat with both of them wailing at the top of their voices - Nightmare. Eventually, after a few cars had passed, Cassidy did come over but would not come into the house, too busy sniffing around the doorstep and the path. DH asserted his authority, which is quite hard to do in tartan PJs and bare feet, and in swaggered one triumphant cat, not in the least ashamed of himself.
Wee black cat was still lying in the driveway at this point but when I looked out again she had gone. Our sympathies have lain with Cassidy, as he is a disabled cat, but it appears that he is a big bully. As a life long pacifist and feminist, I don't quite know what to make of this - am definitely 'not speaking' to the three legged terrorist this morning. 
I'll just sit here quietly for a bit, not smoking, it is steam coming out of my ears.
and some toast and butter. 
