At first I thought it was part of my dream but the shrill howling and hissing gradually awoke me from my slumber. I clambered out of bed and threw open the curtains to see if I could make out any cats in the lane. I banged on the window and hissed through the glass, “What’s going on out there?” Of course no reply came and infact I couldn’t see a thing, even with my glasses on!
In the pitch black I staggered towards the door and the alarm clock. It read 4am. I charged downstairs and put on my wellies, grabbed the torch and out I went into the darkness.
As I approached the lane I expected to see a feline fight taking place, but thankfully nothing. It was as if I had imagined the whole thing. I flashed the torch up and down the lane. The light caught sight of something sprinting up the lane, it was indeed a cat and a white and ginger cat at that. I wondered which of my feline friends had been making the 4am caterwaul.
Was it Snowy? 
Fluffy? 
Snowball? 
Spot? 
or Stripe? 
Only time would tell!
I hastened back to bed and when I went to feed the cats the next morning, they were all present and correct without a scratch on them. I did enquire as to who was making all that frightful caterwaul at 4am but a guilty silence fell upon my ears and anyway I can’t understand the language of miaow even if they had replied!