Remember I was pleased when The Cat Formerly Known For His Dirty Face finally settled in at the back door?
Everything seemed to be going well, and we even renamed him a third time last week, calling him Yow Yow as this is what he says when he calls round for snacks.
But the little so-and-so emerged from the back lane last night, marched round the front, broke into the house, and caused havoc.
Scoop was furious, Au was shattered, and my sleep went completely out of the window when the bloodcurdling screams rang out at 2AM.
It's obvious cats don't know the meaning of Valentine's Day. I shall go and take a bit of chicken outside, and while the fuzzies are enjoying a snack, I'll grab the opportunity to give them a lecture on the concept of love. And the joys of silent nights.
PS For those of you who are new to the blog and don't know Yow Yow, here he is.
PPS Happy Valentine's Day!