I've just had a massive fight in the garden. That horrid big ginger tom who parades around like the king of the world has taunted me and my pink collar once too often.
I chased him to the end of the garden and as he tried to jump the fence, I launched up and bit his rear end. There was so much noise that she flung open the door and ran up to separate us. Just as she managed to pull us apart, I leapt forward and bit his big fat thigh. When I turned round to look at her, she burst out laughing and then stopped herself quickly.
Bad cats. You go away (to Ginger) and you get indoors now and get that big lump of ginger fur off your top lip. You look ridiculous.
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