Was woken up early hours of Sat morning by this terrible screaching and wailing downstairs - knew imediately we had an intruder through the catflap. Wasnt sure at the time who was screaching - stumbled downstairs to find.....not one of my 'brave' boys defending their territory - but my little 'angel' Gwynnie, who had this poor, unsuspecting cat pinned into the corner of the hall, she was all puffed up, and the bloodcurdling screaching was coming from her
Of course, me coming down the stairs disturbed them and she momentarily lost concentration, leaving a window of opportunity for this strange cat to make a run for it, which he did, with madam Gwynnie in hot pursuit as first he crashed out the catflap, then she crashed out the catflap, only to continue her menacing wailing and screaching as he slunk of round the side of the house and flung himself up and over the catproofing!
My goodness, I've seen another side to my little Gwynnie (aka, Attilla the Hun
) - needless to say, the boys were all keeping well out of it (should think they were all horrified by the swear words coming out of Madam's mouth LOL!).
This intruder used to be around a lot, and I hadnt seen him for about a year, until now, and he'd never ventured in before, although he'd often got into the cat proofed area and had a nosey around, before swinging on the catproofing to get himself out again
- bet he won't make the mistake of coming in again
