But not pussycats it would seem. I was met this morning at the back door by a pair of very disgruntled faces. This is not an unusual expression for senior cat to be honest. He is about 103 in cat years and a charmless old git. Junior cat was just wet, cold and miserable poor puss.

I let them in, and fetched a warm towel to dry them (see I am nice). Junior Cat or JC, wriggled and purred and generally loved the attention and the warmth. SC tolerated it, and then went and spat at Dawg. I interpreted this as "and I suppose you've been IN all night, sleeping by THEIR bed"

Well, this is true, I can't deny it. But SC has had his chances, he was given a litter tray, which he dismissed with a snooty flick of his balding tale, preferring to leave a steaming pile behind the TV. Nice! JC, prefers to be out at night, (when it's not raining).

I admonished SC for his violence towards Dawg, with a toe to his furry little ass and fed the little critters.

With a big bowl of whiska's down their gullets, they have both slunk off to find warm spots in which to sleep away the day.

And SC to no doubt take a cr*p in my handbag when I'm not looking........