I've mentioned Thomasina, my grans black and white tux owner before.
Tonight she played a real bastard cat trick just to keep us on our
toes.....

On a Tuesday, my gran dogsits for her doctors dog, a real pain-in-the-a
$$ jack russell terrorist called maggie. She hates cats and chases
them. In the past she has killed small squirrels and rats. I hate the
dog, but her owner loves her and my gran dogsits her 2 days a week,
but anyway....

Gran has to keep Thomasina away from Maggie because Maggie will chase
her, so she keeps the scullery door closed so that Thomasina can use
the back kitchen stairs instead of the main stairs to go up into my
grans bedroom. (Think big old fashioned 3 storey victorian house).
Today, though, she accidentally left the door open, and about 5pm
Maggie chased Thomasina up the garden as she was too quick for my gran
to grab her and stop her.

At 9pm this evening, I got a call from my gran in floods of tears
because she hadn't been able to find Thomasina and she was worried
because the dog had chased her earlier. Gran had searched everywhere.
So, I jumped into my car and went over to my grans house....... only
to find that the minute I had left the house, Thomasina had pitched up
and was busy scoffing her dinner. She had apparently been asleep
*under* my grans duvet on her bed, snuggled up by a pillow so that
gran couldn't see her making a bump in the bed *ALL* evening!

Personally, I think she was on the Tardis travelling with the Dr. ;o)

Helen M