The saga continues....

So, this morning we were happily engaged at play inside, when a yowling and a howling was heard from the side of the house.

Bully cat!

I raced to the rescue, pausing momentarily at the sink to fill a bowl with water.

Bully cat was down the side of the house, having just seen off the neighbour's cat. The neighbour's dog was barking excitedly.

I ran towards Bully cat, hissing and brandishing my bowl. Bully cat stood his ground and hissed back. I threw the water and yelled, but Bully cat was unmoved. I refilled my bowl and threw another load. Bully cat shook himself and trotted a couple of steps.

Suppressing (on animal welfare grounds) the very strong desire to apply foot to fur, I ran to the hose, connected it and aimed:

"Take that, Bully cat!"

My hose spluttered impotently, released a couple of drips then disconnected itself from the tap.

Curses! Undone by technical incompetence! Round one to Bully cat.

Bully cat crept into the bushes as I reconnected the hose. I gave the general area a good blast, but I fear it was to little effect.

Meanwhile, Houdini dozed on our bed in the sun.

(Word from the hood is that Bully cat was captured one morning, having spent a lovely evening sleeping on a neighbourhood couch. There is a phone number on his collar, which was duly rung. Apparently the conversation was not a happy one. So I don't think I'll be approaching the owner about keeping BC in at night).