This morning I was eating my breakfast, tuna, my favourite, when I heard my human say ‘Hullo?’ to another person in the garden. I know that tone! I went to the garden door and there was a ginger cat cosying up to her. She looked round at me and said, ‘Stan!’ but I wasn’t having that! I let out my best yowl. It fills my lungs and it feels good. Anyway the ginger didn’t sing back. He crouched down and looked at me.
My human threw something near him and he was off. Naturally I followed. That was the last I saw of HIM. He is not moving in here.
Black Cat Stan 