Not The Dawn Chorus I Expected.

2:30am.

I was awakened by the low and loud growling of two neighbourhood cats squaring up to each other on the pavement below.

Although not a common occurrence in the street, and aware that the fuzzy co-belligerents were simply doing what those members of genus felis are wont to do of an evening, I was somewhat peeved at the all-too-early alarm call so I leant out of the bedroom window and went "Shhh!"

That did the trick, with both cats immediately and almost contritely agreeing on a cessation of hostilities - although one of the combatants gave me a rueful look as he slunk off up the road.