Nice try Digby!

Following my morning routine, I go down, feed cats, make tea, open kitchen window enough for them to go out once breakfast has finished (or in Digby's case, once he has licked all the jelly off the meaty chunks) trundle upstairs, drink tea, have shower.

I then go down to make coffee. Oliver Sprout was absent, so presumably had ventured forth. It was raining, and Digby, obviously deciding to delay going out was sitting comfortably, paws neatly tucked under, on the little towel that I put under the window in the vain hope that it will catch the worst of the wet foot marks when they come in.

I made my coffee and moved to the fridge to get the milk. That's when I spotted Fraidy, the rather ugly black cat from next door, merrily chomping away at the cat biscuits.

Using the universally acknowledged cat deterrent noise of PSSCHHT with as much feeling and noise as I could, and adopting the arms out with outstretched fingers while trying to look as if about to pounce posture, I darted towards him.

The effect was electric Fraidy set off across the laminate with a fair bit of spin on the back legs as he scrabbled in an attempt to get traction, the only thing on his mind to get as far away from the terrifying banshee in as short a time as possible.

His eye on the open window, he leaped on to the work top, unfortunately landing on Digby in the process. Digby sprang into action, well, that's probably how he saw it. In reality he sat up.

Now, Digby was never designed for Ninja style assaults, the combination of a very heavy body with short little legs just doesn't lend itself to athletic movements of the leaping variety, but he's not bad at all at boxing. With his considerable weight behind him, he launched a series of fast, heavy blows. Fraidy, most likely feeling somewhere between a rock and a hard place, tried a dodge to the left, sending the kitchen roll holder tumbling to the floor, a similar move to the right resulted in a clang and clatter as a saucepan was dislodged from the draining rack. Eventually he reached the sanctuary of the open window and made his escape.

Digby looked quite pleased with himself, licked a paw and jumped down to saunter over to the biscuit bowl to assess the seriousness of the crime.

I think it may have been just a little unfair to point out that Fraidy could only have got in by stepping over him, don't you?