Who goes there?

When we came back from De Ferme en Ferme the other day, I opened the front door, and Evil Neighbour Cat promptly shot out of it. Mystère was hiding under the table, fluffy and yowling. Dammit -- ENC has learned to use the catflap. Mystère used to be top cat in the village, but since their massive scrap he's now scared of the ginger monster and has decided discretion is better than valour. So we've had to reactivate the magnetic catflap, which we'd stopped bothering with since no other cat dared to venture in. Hence the clunky magnet on his shiny new collar.

When Mystère isn't available, Evil Neighbour Cat tries to have fights with Max. This is always a total failure because no matter how much he prances and yowls, Max sits with his tail curled round his paws, utterly bemused, and if necessary retreats under a parked car till the coast is clear. Nobody taught him about fighting.