The Hoover's hidden depths......

***emergency cat blip alert***

.....now bearing in mind that he's a craven coward who runs away from shadows and small, surprise noises (like a bird chirping or a tap dripping for example), it came as a bit of a shock when he decided to launch a full thermo-nuclear attack on Alfie from down the street last night....from the amount and colour distribution of cat fur in the garden this morning it looks like it was an even match, so I probably came off worst trying to separate the warring combatants in my bare feet.....this morning I'm limping and licking my wounds while he's buffing up his claws and looking rather smug.....