I was up on the roof when I saw him. A giant white cat. A Tyson Fury of a cat. Big muscles on top of his shoulders. A long black tail like mine but the rest of him, white. There he was on top of the neighbour’s shed. My human calls it the Swiss chalet. He was sunning himself. I’m not having that! I came down and raced through the garden to the fence, up over it and along the broad beams over next door’s garden where the pigeon sits. He’d gone. I have started to watch out for him. Another interloper on my patch! I’ll make sure I sit on the chalet roof more often when the sun shines.
Black Cat Stan 