Hear the unmistakable sounds of a cat fight in the garden. One of “ours”? J goes to investigate. Unsurprisingly, it’s the obstreperous Yowl (pictured asleep in more serene mode) who has got himself involved - or indeed possibly provoked - a fight he is unlikely to win. J comes to his assistance with the garden hose, dispatching his opponent as Yowl retires to lick his wounds. Not that this is likely to engender either gratitude or more circumspect behaviour in the future. And indeed after lunch we hear aggressive cat sounds and see that an unknown black cat has come onto the deck and is making antagonistic advances on Yowl, previously curled up sleeping. Yowl looks up to us indignantly - you see, it isn’t always me.