There's a new pesky cat in our road, he's trying to claim his territory and She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed chased it out of our garden last Saturday. On Sunday morning Smudge went out after his breakies like he usually does and a few moments later there was the most horrendous yowling. 'Who's hurting my furend?'. I dashed out to Smudges rescue, usually that's enough to break them up, but not this time, they kept on yowling all up the bit of the garden I'm not allowed in by myself. Usually Smudge comes back with his tail all fluffed up but he didn't come back till lunchtime. We were getting worried about him,  so next time he went out I went and looked after him. Yesterday that pesky cat tried to come into our garden again and I chased him out. I don't think he'll be back anytime soon.